just a joke
my face, my heart, my untethered
fleeting fate;
the folds of time that keep
this flame burning;
this life in its entirety…
just a joke
flying, falling, burning, rising
all just the same boring
proposition that leads
me back to the same place
within the heavens-
so why are these tears still
falling?
there’s nothing left to fear
as all that was, is ripped from
me…
i am no more
but a joke to behold
i thrive on the falsehood of
my illusions
and tie my heart to a failing
sun and waning moon
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smote upon the ground
i am sometimes unwell…
i sometimes suffer at the hands
of mental abandonment,
and when this force of logic
is untethered from my reality
i am destined to crash
after i fly;
broken bones, shattered emotions,
chaos around me
burning all i’ve built to the ground
as i fall into a deeper darkness…
cycles of my mind swirl
like falling leaves within a tunnel
of whipping wind;
impossible to follow;
ripping at the frayed edges of soul-
until all that was, ends up smote
upon the ground
into the light
oh! this heart, so full with the
fear of pain, it closes
behind the borders of a false
wall; pretending to be protected…
pretending that it’s unaffected
by the storm that only grows
outside and behind;
how illusion blankets false
hope for freedom-
leaving unresolved, troubled storms,
emotionally brewing;
hiding from your soul’s torment;
afraid of shadows that cross the room;
constant worry blocking, building, punishing
until death implodes
and steals away the freedom to decide
to hide-
and all that could have been disappears
again into the light
Haunted heart
i am lost to the tides
that have changed direction;
the moon’s sway moves my heart
as words, unintended, strike
at the center of me
and brandish a cold sword
of hate from within the darkness
of my pain…
would that I could dissolve into
the earth and let go of
all that makes me shiver so,
and release this haunted heart
back into a place where it could
do no further damage
metallic rain
cold, hard, metallic rain hasn’t stopped
falling in days-
so obviously different from the sounds
of summer’s thunder, warm and soft
to touch, full of breath and life;
now this piercing rain, uncompassionately
lands heavily upon this heart of mine,
each drop a reminder of distant pain,
hidden from sight, blackening the very
heart in which it clings…
hateful falling rain, tearing at the wounds
of time, mocking the very fabric
from which it stings-
there is no shelter from these sounds
of the past, echoed now within
the prickling drops pouring down
outside upon my windowsill
sanity
lost… lost… this mind
is lost to the echoes
calling me backwards,
dragging me to some
inane spot of time
that lingers in the backdrop
of painful memory …
unwilling to be released
and fighting against the hands
of time that slowly click
away the moments of morality,
this heart suffers at the sword
of thought that refuses to let go,
and will not give in …
this unending tug of time,
that cannot release the soul
from suffering,
weighs with each tick
a little heavier
upon the chest of my sanity
maybe
maybe i remember the low,
cold feeling of concrete
where i lay, sleeping…
maybe i remember how the ground
felt under my feet as i made
my way through tunnels of pain
to end up in that same place…
maybe i remember the room
and the peeling paint and the
ripped wallpaper as i stared into
the distance pretending
that you cared and i was safe…
maybe i remember how you left
that day- as if i was trash to be
thrown away…
maybe this bent mind would rather
forget you and that place and the
broken pieces that linger still
behind my face
crickets
morning sun remains hidden
as sheets of growing darkness
cover the dawn with gliding
fervor; crickets relay songs
of summer as they drift slowly
into winter’s sleep;
and how this heart of mine
beats quickly, remembering
the change in time, and how the light
slowly drifted from before my eyes-
as what was left of my innocence
was stolen by the marching of
soundless ignorance…
what was i before this breaking
that took my mind?
crickets still fight against the impending
darkness that will cause their demise
and I wonder, why couldn’t i?
lying
the distance between us is too far
for my eyes to see; though i search
through my mind to find that one
deciding factor that would bring
memories back to life
while my body lies, slowly dying,
words sunken into eyes that are too
tired to see anymore
and you, standing beside, waiting like
a vulture for yours- now after all
this time
how can this be that you would rip
the heart from me while I lay
destitute upon this smoldering
ground, a wreckage of a human
being, though still you play…
and i’m too salty to fight for more
than just one more embrace-
“you fool!” I say… though in truth,
i’m the one lying
nature’s serenade
the cold rain taps upon my roof
with a pitter patter; dancing
among the cold, sunburnt trees
as leaves slowly file their way
down from sky to ground
in a symphony of colors
orange, yellow, red… soon branches
will sustain no more
and bare winter’s cold fingers
will grip upon the distance
with blue, white and silver…
yet, for now, listening to the
boisterous rapping of rain,
pondering change, i sit with a kitten
warming herself in the folds of
my lap and smile at the
constancy of nature’s serenade
the SIBYL'S SONG 