tainted by crimson; it is here we will wait
among the grove of serpentine hate
for our lovely bones will soon dissipate
& reveal our tattered souls too late.
so we wander astray in our earthbound state
but were drowning in crimson; it is here we will wait.
she’s like a tear on a page, rigid beneath a microscope
beaded through single-minded chaos; trapped on a thread
this unbending composition becomes morbid preoccupation
contradicting the simplicity of what she should be; beautifully
sewn through the steadfast canvas
rendering to faded satisfaction..
when the recurring whisper is so hell bent on destruction
and the time to persevere becomes a strand of twisted woe
her composition entangles love and lustful action
her soul is encased in a coffin of velvet snow
the light brushes mournfully to absorb the crowning reaction
truths river so wistfully dances to her melting song
when the…[Read more]
taking orders from lifes sinister retractions
shes misplaced the fundamentals of spontaneous reactions
she fails to see through the cruelness of satisfactions
and screams for a hollow place between walls of rash distractions.
shes trapped in what people find a conquering abstraction.
seeking to hear with her eyes
shes sustaining the quietness of lies
would have been saved
could have been saved
should have been saved
though there’s walls, pieced together by frail intent
her pupils trail the bricks, going on to misrepresent
a fraction of faded light is all she can hear
a visual melody her eyes strive to endear.
I am standing
from the branches of this narrative memory
to the lost simple mindedness of your essence
that feeling, numbness they call it, brushes its watery vines
against the skin of my heart.
I am standing
not far from the edge but close enough to comprehend
close enough to feel the chill breeze dragging its remorse
i am lost…[Read more]
like a landmine their reaches to reality were blasted away by the condescending lines to forever and above; what should have been wasn’t and what was shouldn’t have been. clambering to the top of discernment, she leaped for a thread of intrinsic perception through the undeniable declination of pure train of thought. the synopsis of life expected…[Read more]
there he is in the back of my mind
sustaining me now from when i thought i was blind
today’s a new day, they say
the past should stay dead
just wait for tomorrow, they say
the past surely isn’t dead.
i can remember a lot, too much sometimes
but i cant seem to remember
when he started invading my mind
there was never a knock, a warning to…[Read more]
if our eyes could hear what ears could not
we’d all be blind by the screaming elegance
of natures embellishments, so silently brought
and the resonated music of starlit relevance
which startles the night sky with adept harmony
because creatures like us crave escape through sound
so lets stay a while to hold on to this falling agony
subdued with an utterly cloudless mind, they had the eyes that thought of smiling. their hearts were never full of fatigue for the infatuation with the entity of life, nor did they falter at the copious amounts of detrimental drifters. the humble transcendence of these beings astounded the helpless and the dauntless alike.
this melody of bonded love
has extrapolated a root
in which had not been touched,
or even thought of
in times of the stranded past.
we willed this composition,
willed it with our fingertips and
our beautifully harsh words
spoken ever so softly.
in a sense we too are stranded now,
stranded together within the discernible…[Read more]