Category: poem

i get preoccupied
the work in front of me
gets blurred
with the conversation
in my ears
turns to a high pitched ring
my breathing slows down
for just a moment
i escape

in this period
i can run away
let go
rejuvenate myself
casting off hatred
accepting consequences
letting the current caress me

but it doesn’t last
the moment skips
my heartbeat hastens
my breath catches up
the rings fizzle
my vison comes to focus
i return
to the truth

i tell a lie
so i can sit in silence
i clear my desk
to remove distractions
i breathe in slowly
to settle myself
but i can’t relax
i can’t escape

when we used to talk
so freely honest
never missed a thought
it was an open promise

well my mistake
when it was over
for it to break
to see what was leftover

i wish i could
see your breath
never would
have suspected a soft death

when those walls
came down
whole heart falls
my voice left to drown

your guard is up
im so estranged to you
there wasnt a blowup
its like you knew

quiet lightning strikes
leaving me torn
when my heart spikes
everytime i mourn

will i ever take a break
from tiring myself out
thinking of yesterday
and the day before it

every moment i lie awake
spent wasted on the past
its unbreakable binds
that keep me in place

when my mind
should be elsewhere
looking to tomorrow
and the day after it

but i lose track
hours fly over
leaving me to wonder
if your tired too

as the sun rises
for me to waste
another day
into another night

if the tides change
will you come
floating back
hesitant and cold

have things changed
between us
our souls seperated
disaffectionate

will the years
remain worthless
start again
historically new

love gone sour
hate – too strong
shallow void
for poor excuses

dire needs
half heartedly
few words
end it all

once it gets inside me
i dont know how it will come out
grind my teeth
on ecstacy and moral ambiguity
wrap my toungue
in tinfoil and electricity
if i spark up
a daring conversationalist
who believes himself to be
a joy to those around the vicinity
catch a breath
these lungs were meant for exposition
but if you get caught in my eyes
know ive got a ploy
let downs are always polite
the sudden urge might kick
everyone jumps at the sound of it
let loose
all these wandering thoughts
whats the harm
in letting go every once in awhile
the cuts and bruises
on your legs and fingertips
tell a tale
of lies and betrayal
so let me in
to your heart
your soul
or just to get the feeling back
in my hands
they’ve been shaking
since the sun went down
last year
cold reluctant novembers
roll around in my mind
ill just forgive and forget
about tonight
p.s. i used to fly the night sky