May 2013
11 posts
hi
does anyone read my nonsense?
zzz
some nights
end with a hard sleep
others
just won’t
the mornings are optional
to
break ones rest
continual
suppression
of fire
even if the rain
falls down
it's never enough
he took advantage of a princess
whose eyes held diamonds
and chest cored deep
myself
self-destructing
hazardous self inflictions
I keep taking in water
with just one
button
to stop it all
yet
I choose
to avoid
it at all costs
engulfing my insides
with guilt like vices
there is a star that fuels our daylight
he seems to seek shelter at night
saturating his happiness
in...
disposition
there is a fine line
between
the gentlemen and myself
I am struggling against
a strengthening current
avoiding obstacles is
and always will
be
my niche
my candor is illusion
how can you expect a garden
when all you know is drought
excessively broken
relevant realities
sometimes I sit and wonder
why the waves decide to stop
or
why I drink so often
filling voids
or
fear of the unknown
holster your weapon and brace for a long night
let confusion and question
take the wheel
I create...
my own misery
happiness is homemade
as I recall,
from a grainy memory
I drank a hurricane
as literal as you can get
I have the labels to prove it
my disregard for the human condition
is stemming off
from my fingertips
creating destruction
from
eye to eye
she was a target
misinformed, our road of punishment
when it comes to pity
consider me king
her voice contained a resolve
more afraid of my demons within
than...
from sleep
it’s all in the shape
of the your mouth
&
the way your tongue
shows valor
in it’s placement
of
validity
we all could take a lesson
from our shadows
beneath us
silencing our demons
as a matter of your own resources
when my dreams and nightmares haven’t the slightest of differences
beg for a release
history becomes you
a separation of
a piece of mine
with...
warnings
I have not been like myself lately,
borrowing tomorrow
as a source of stability
hope comes naturally
desire is lost
I don’t want to live outside myself
counting hours
preventing the inevitable
I would like the outside to live within me
consuming me
taking every word
as often as they flow
from sea to sea
breathing
in
fire
burning the pages at their ends
scarring our...
do(n't)
fumbling from start to finish
battling
around the cause
my unsettledness is obvious
conjured up by
two opposites
old flames blowing each other out
bitterness settling
from toes to tongue
a distaste
as if you’re swallowing pennies
no memory of
such absences
it’s funny how things work out
April 2013
25 posts
1990
blood is indeed among the importance,
in the thickness of water
carried from eyes to face
living as near and close
as my heart allows her
a familiar resemblance
in the name of our kin
brotherly, I can only oversee and interfere from only the sidelines
I genuinely see her closer than anyone else
a truth serum
my prayer for a happiness
from dusk to dawn
to carry her through
thick and...
acting out with capitilization
I am done using capitals
with the exception of I
because my phone and I share a continually selfishness
these words will continue to elude you
I will branch off moderately
while collecting and piecing
together our bones as if I know how to construct a skeleton
I am no carpenter
I am no saint
I am not for you
I am a here to create destruction
northern and central lines
in the shallows of this undertow
hold me close
drifting slowly
adopting the water throughout
my lungs
engulf me
in sadness
I know what you’re capable of
ignoring the after effects
there’s a struggle through the night
anchored by your heart
resulting in
an outcome of
tossing and turning
reaching for the truth
my escape
is unsatisfied
as I pass through the train cars
I react to...
toilet song
do I bend at my knees?
while my shadows persuade me
gnawing at my bones
compromising the surface
with my lazy disposition
I let voices chatter
weighing down the objective
my foot has fallen ill, the tingling of our slumber
be damned by our choices
and marred the results
covet
I always think before I speak but I never think before I write. Words come out when necessary. The beauty of it all. From start to finish. There’s never a time I regret writing. I do however. Contemplate there impact. Slightly I hope the point finds you sullied. For I have crept between the sheets and truly demystified the ugly blatant truth of it all.
I aspire to this.
drunk@
there isn’t always an answer
lies & honesty
share the light of day
and the silence of night
convulsing our dreams
I have lost all my previous thoughts,
an absent minded failure
blamed on bottle and lack of efforts
pint in hand. take back a shot. out the back door. stumbler. allowing the whiskey to overcome. influencing the ebb and flow of ones mindset. every lyric brings me closer...
Anonymous asked: Do you have a girlfriend- you're damn cute
staring at oneself through wide open eyes
there seems to be some evenings
when in certain solitude
approaching it all
comes naturally
I’m loaded up with bad blood
intentionally so
continually left out
guarded and mislead
left to my own vices
on tap and neat
whilst perfecting my delivery and escape
I am not much of a partner in crime
but a fuel starter
singling out
the innocent
&
deprived
my idea of...
somber slumberer
allow the sleep to fall right
gently taking control
temporarily
as night becomes day
we shall share the time
while our hearts beat slow
breathing controlled
warmth between
our bodies entangled
amid
hesitation
beyond us
wine is for winning
alter egos
thriving through
the paneled glass doors
collecting our
commonalities
a town with an unusual
silence
the ground marched in fashion
with us, in unison
we all have a breaking point
the forefront to our stories
the starting point
to all of our
disgrace
with grace
broken never makes sense
it’s useless
the trajectory of malicious intent
words continue to thrive in the back of my mind
rarely catching my throats grasp
I don’t know where they derive
or reside
in confidence, a source
of accidental honesty
&
pure selfish satisfaction
compared and contrasted on the light from day
centralizing
a connection
this glass is laced with envy...
avatar aang
I am chosen
my mission began, staring into your eyes
time had me placed in a frozen state
compelled by fate & destiny
I shall continue in stride
hand in hand with you
benders alike
I was given the experiences
of our four temples
I must learn control
in return
aiding the decisions weighed by head and heart
I am the bridge
spirits reign in our shadows to conjure up lightened...
sparks
when the wolves gather, trouble seems the standard
parading around
in such foolish times
dancing a gentlemen’s sport
matching the bass
a heaviness like no other
I have held no promises
early commute
it’s the blur of the drive
when nothing seems to stick
scenery and people just blending in a nothingness
I am a witness to this
the solitude of the morning
a cadence of habit
as of today, there is so much more that meets a glimpse of our eyes
more than truth
oh how the honestly kills
it kills you not to speak and kills those who hear it
what’s the price we pay?
as silence
breaks on your back
potentially
cracking
this structure wouldn’t have lasted long anyways
darling, we’re all the same when our blood starts thinning
“if these walls could talk; they’d beg for more”
-Sal Marciano, 2013
883
the day started beeping me in
that similar distaste left dry on my tongue
the blur of the morning
in my eyes
and thoughts
skipping my day job
a personal day
twenty four dollars down for a permit to learn
two wheel driving
becoming the wind
I’ve considered the choices
dialed on my wish list
along with the selected poems
of past and presence
pour me another; slice of this life
the world is shrinking
Secrecy is a key. To her. I’m at fault to repair my tongue. Sustain a normality. With force. Repetition. Creating a purpose, at which, to fall in your arms. A fallacy. Some jealousy.
no response
she’s made to order
in his regard
forgetting my name
regretting,
my stance
missing that
energy
with the flowers in her hair
I stand to make this valuable
mysoulhasqueezedintonarrowspaces asked: Can it be youuuu and meee?
a trap like vices
at a bar
two drinks at hand
popcorn shared by each
contemplating the epitome of life
our views are skewed by pop culture
culture of the word
compressed by elder visions
I’m attempting to become something
with guilt in grammar
for minds sake
arguing my flesh
the skin to my bindings
nostalgia sets
bearing this literature
pirating beer to salvage my being
semantics argued...
Hollywood
I am original through and through baby
I am bad news
we both know this
a fifty-fifty split
sending blame in haste
outwardly
you can agree to that
I write in blood with bones
my breathes to keep
one foot close
to a grave filled end
I know what’s wrong
my word escape me
my woes precede me
blank actions
my silent words
don’t rock the boat
our dark deep seas, make for a shallows...
March 2013
14 posts
cocoarichieo asked: You know man. The poetry you write is pretty damn brilliant! You are inspiring me to write!
write(her)
I, the antagonist,
to my verses
comparing scars
our battle wounds
the walls are critiquing this very structure
a paralleled volley of confusion
in a reputable fashion
I walk a thin line of
breaking down,
breaking away,
complacent
in a wolf-like fury, my stomach has no end…
more knots than nerves
I’m tailing off my cadence of write and wrong
my gears are slowly...
bleh
comprised of lines
some heavy
some light
single handedly creating a monster
despair and reaction
my minds muscle memory finds comfort in a page
still my stomach turns
e2w
a planned escape
from front to back
led
to go astray
a far cry off from spring and summer
conjured up; by the faint of heart
cheek to cheek
my submissive grin
when the time has come, you’ll see no plight
the sun may set in your own backyard
but don’t forget
it started in mine
kings
a slumber
where I rest my head at night
a reality
caught in the middle of this crassness
a myriad of lies
from which these words flow from
in a regal sense, I dethrone myself
fatdogspeakeasy
ten dollars on
battling
dressed to the nines
gathered for the decades
we share our borrowed time
light and guided fixtures hung from married walls; accompanied with soft spoken records
as complacent as a pleasantry
booze, will always, be held in the highest regard
a center point for the guests
drink to an excess
a success
whiskeys gentle embrace bears warmth to a cold mistake
a...
“It stayed when you left
and now I am haunted by
the taste of your lips.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
our in hours
I am so used to this
distance
a stranger to the name
deluded to the facts
our interim of empty
feeling familiar
sensory input
misguided trust
It’s at a constant of yes and no
once upon a time
tune in and out
breaking focus
with longing as forgoing
my reaction to the words are as valiant as my intent to speak them
may I
it’s that million mile stare
porcelain white surrounding a flourish of color
desolate pupils intertwined
to get locked into a stare when silence speaks in volumes
our lips plea, begging to part
he’ll have a simple exterior
she can drown oceans in sorrow
may I lay?
shall I lie?
we all sleep better with our secrets
oh stranger
the sun and moon all seen at once
as the mirror fades
from his bashful interest
beguile me, oh stranger
never less, never more
her disdain for lack of better words
