As long as it takes

My fingers curl and spasm,Unable to stitch together these fragments,My imagination, my memories,Into a single breath of time,So I'll wait,Until the pain passes,As long as it takes.

Listen to my Music

Loosely I lift memories,My mind's little music,From lilting melodic lullabies,To the morbid lucidities,of mindless maladies,Murmuring lifelessly,Luring madness lightly,Murdering light likely,Lyrical membrane lo -Until I cannot recall how it goes.

Such cold roots

I buried myself in verdant leaves,Which grew damp in crimson dreams,And with the taste of winter on the breeze,I find comfort in these faint memories,Lost now in deep roots of ancient ash trees.

Some Joy

There are some joys, still,Like dyed leaves drifting on wind,And a cat purring.

Vindictive

I hope she's happy,In whatever hell she's in,Damnably cozy. One day he'll recall,That I went to hell and back,While he rots in place.

Friends

A friend in need is,Still a friend indeed,And I need a friend.

yours, mine

Finger-tracing names,On the small of your arched back,Our phantom tattoo.

my pen’s ink

My pen's ink runs dry,A sentence left unfinished,But that is fine too.

bird, captured

I might fly away,Catch the wind and simply soar,If not for this string.

My Name is Lost

I am resigned to the thought,That one day I will be lost,And the final memory of my name,Will be the stray recollections of a cat,Eating beneath a picnic table,Where our my name is carved,Made by fumbling hands,Too drunk to care that,"It's such a cliché!"Egged on by your teasing,Commemorating these little moments,That quickly fade in time,Until … Continue reading My Name is Lost →