Category: poem

if there’s a fleeting in your heart
please do me a favour and chase it

a runaway without a start
can it ever really make it

mystified by long colloquial banter
that you’ll forget about tonight

so shake off that day old doubt
rub your eyes free of sleep

make the most of memories
that haunt you in the dark

cast a stone to the longest river
that eludes you when you hide

sell your bones to the highest bidder
then fill the void with gold

more then often you get lost
when you realize you’ve gotten old

just turn away the fading essence
always leaving a bad taste in your mouth

remembering the only forgotten truth
greatness is never a curse

it’s okay
if you’ve given up
let the chips fall
to the side

i can’t say
that i’d do well
if i was there
beside you

all i have
was given away
thrown down
left to decay

hands up
no longer soft
rough edges
bloody bones

your tears
will eventually dry
blow away
into the ether

truer words
found separated
from my virtue
left to burn

held it up
until i couldn’t
so i put aside
to second guess

whenever i have the time

have you misplaced your confidence
i don’t recall seeing where you left it
was it tossed aside with previous ambitions
maybe mistaken for pride and worn out
or covered in lies of superiority

if hindsight could be a victor
then the search would never start
the tragedy of identity
is never seeing what is lost
you absorb blindly

is the air thinning out
from the reserve of purity
has the last stone been cast
in the purest form of anger
with violence taking over

my hands are free
for my own good it seems
keeping themselves busy
out of sight
transparently

does the river run through you
or around what you used to be
left to burden melancholy
as the life drains from your eyes
those devils always struck hard
pitchforks and burning tongues
as memories eat away at you
all the repercussions unfold
are you farther ahead
then from where you started
or just catching up
with the rest of the crowd
believers in sympathy
shadowing our arms to raise
lest we forget our troubled past
from one morning to the next
add up the misconceptions in-between
harvesting old feelings to read
on torn up pages of disbelief
it all just sounds the same
coming through your mouth
no one could ever separate
the truth from your lips
or the lies between your lungs
hiding until your heart
decides to warm up
again

i don’t recall the photographs
we took when we younger
a travesty of our time
forgetfulness of when we cried
your sister always shied away
from our continuing antics
we’d walk the city streets
trying to pick fights
with the leftovers at night
come home with bruises
to make out in candlelight
lock the door until morning
when i’d make my daring escape
as your step-father came roaring
after me at first sight
he’d curse my name until noon
take out his anger on you
a regret i’ve come to accept
holding you as you wept
if i was better, i’d have never left