I am in awe of her love
Of self; of flesh and bone
My mouth agape
At love shining from her eyes;
On those who shine back
I am astounded
With love bleeding into her work
I wish this love was mine
For my love is hers.
A ghost haunts his life
who grasps at youthful wishes;
dreams left dusting on the shelf
to the attic with ambition,
replaced with needful burdens;
with fleshy demands,
and stale requirements.
Starving with full bellies.
Dying of thirst in a river.
Suffocating on pure oxygen.
Tranquility prevails
in light and fire,
whose peace extends to all;
but the world hides
within this illuminating light,
sickly incandescent hearts;
whose shadows reach,
grasping at their heels
to their own terror.
Should they fear
darkness that is their own?
almost as their flesh
and intangible as bone.
Your Mistakes will be forgotten;
Your works return to dust;
all that you have gotten
will soon begin to rust.
So treat your loved ones with care,
even, when times are trying
and if the void begins to stare
live like this Universe is Dying.
I see your face in my dreams,
in clean white contours.
So real, it seems;
no voices but ours
but resplendent rays
sear my vision
each line goes sway
with sun's incision
No explanation I can bear,
nor answer that is near.
Dissolved in the present by Epicburning, literature
Literature
Dissolved in the present
Who I was is drowning
in who I am
wave distorted visage
out of focus
white knuckles at my throat
tears sting
I mouth back at me
"This should be fine"
While my lungs fill with cynisim
and I squeeze my throat harder
feebly fighting my wrists
with each digit slowly giving in.
The Dookie-Man lives in your soul
He does his best
he eats right
he gets his eight hours a day
he goes to the gym
The Dookie-Man needs to be in peak form
so he can always be ready
to whisper in your ear
He is ready to remind you
of every failure.
He never tires because
he takes care of himself.
When you stare a dog in the face
he likes to chime in
"You don't deserve this dogs love"
The Dookie-Man is a piece of shit
and he wants to make you think
you are too.
I dream of being alone
on whiskey seas, alone;
Standing on the brink, alone.
All expectation fraught
with ice diluted thought
wherein, I'm unsure what is sought
Garnished with insecurity
and a few teaspoons of sincerity
clinging to some decency
A dash of bittersweet
memory of self defeat
always playing on repeat.
I am in awe of her love
Of self; of flesh and bone
My mouth agape
At love shining from her eyes;
On those who shine back
I am astounded
With love bleeding into her work
I wish this love was mine
For my love is hers.
A ghost haunts his life
who grasps at youthful wishes;
dreams left dusting on the shelf
to the attic with ambition,
replaced with needful burdens;
with fleshy demands,
and stale requirements.
Starving with full bellies.
Dying of thirst in a river.
Suffocating on pure oxygen.
Tranquility prevails
in light and fire,
whose peace extends to all;
but the world hides
within this illuminating light,
sickly incandescent hearts;
whose shadows reach,
grasping at their heels
to their own terror.
Should they fear
darkness that is their own?
almost as their flesh
and intangible as bone.
Your Mistakes will be forgotten;
Your works return to dust;
all that you have gotten
will soon begin to rust.
So treat your loved ones with care,
even, when times are trying
and if the void begins to stare
live like this Universe is Dying.
I see your face in my dreams,
in clean white contours.
So real, it seems;
no voices but ours
but resplendent rays
sear my vision
each line goes sway
with sun's incision
No explanation I can bear,
nor answer that is near.
Dissolved in the present by Epicburning, literature
Literature
Dissolved in the present
Who I was is drowning
in who I am
wave distorted visage
out of focus
white knuckles at my throat
tears sting
I mouth back at me
"This should be fine"
While my lungs fill with cynisim
and I squeeze my throat harder
feebly fighting my wrists
with each digit slowly giving in.
The Dookie-Man lives in your soul
He does his best
he eats right
he gets his eight hours a day
he goes to the gym
The Dookie-Man needs to be in peak form
so he can always be ready
to whisper in your ear
He is ready to remind you
of every failure.
He never tires because
he takes care of himself.
When you stare a dog in the face
he likes to chime in
"You don't deserve this dogs love"
The Dookie-Man is a piece of shit
and he wants to make you think
you are too.
I dream of being alone
on whiskey seas, alone;
Standing on the brink, alone.
All expectation fraught
with ice diluted thought
wherein, I'm unsure what is sought
Garnished with insecurity
and a few teaspoons of sincerity
clinging to some decency
A dash of bittersweet
memory of self defeat
always playing on repeat.
Compressed molten rage leaking at the
seams of a cracking stone face
where noxious sulfur words permeate
and ash blacked disposition
shaken to the core
of a pock marked, scorched wasteland
of lost understanding.
Your Mistakes will be forgotten;
Your works return to dust;
all that you have gotten
will soon begin to rust.
So treat your loved ones with care,
even, when times are trying
and if the void begins to stare
live like this Universe is Dying.
alone is not when there is noone there
it's when you don't even care
sitting on the fence
for far too long
why let it upset us?
steady, busy, anthill days
tastless fun, pointless ways
with no hope, habit-bred
all-too-perfect skin to shed
simply lost within the world.
it just spins too fast
cold,
too careful for sweet madness
just
afraid of that wrong step
eyeless,
betting on all horses
inept,
lost with no hope
this
weepy innocence
to cope
is it to lie?
hence
i live
to die
To the people that keep coming back, I have created a new revision of a poem previously submitted. Please read it. Thank you for looking at my stuff more than once.