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1 Oblivious entwined--who speaks the mind of the hesitant? Beautified by the thought Perversely twisted in a knot--Caught In a air of what is known Infatuation I believe it's not imagination Leave it up to the possibilities And the fact that no one sees The cold air I breathe Confusion running up my sleeve Creased clarity to insanity What have become of that preconceived notion? Raise my hand to second the motion The potions locked away and to my dismay I'd rather walk around the verge of death Than take the last breath Right here, my thoughts can run clear Pardon the tears I've shedded, long been dreaded Cower the beast inside Swallow a gallon of pride High tide pulls in. The sky is dim It's just a chandelier, dangling from my ear Know not what your hear This sense of guilt Flowers wilt, the tables tilt over spilled milk ((sigh)) I suppose The venecian blinds close I care to oppose, but no These recollections derived from pain Out of nowhere, the sounds of moaning begin the rain |
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2 What it was What it is What it seems to be The intricate design of a companionship that lies within me ((cleanse myself)) My cries for "HELP!" have no answer Just a heartbeat away, I'd like to think But it's bullshit Let it sink Into open-ended questions Stay dormant from your erections Guess I've learned my lesson |
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3 The glass of water leaves a ring on the table Is it mine or is it yours? The hour glass pours Sounds of bitter-sweet chords Played by the strums of my patience ((numb)) His existence thrives on my persistence Reluctant to ever show my solitude I elude a vague sound ((oh no)) I've been found With twenty seconds 'till ascension Rendering what was mentioned My tension slowly builds Fills the last traces of anxiety and it spills Careful not to stumble over the spew Withdrew words that never meant to pierce you Telling white lies, wearing a disguise This secret masquerade we've played Thus, I urge the rain to "go away" |
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