Category: poem

would you sell my secrets
to the lowest bidder
out of spite
and revenge

what of my severed heart strings
pawned off for lust
is it satisfaction
or a different craving

where can i find my loyalty
in bleached hands
frailly kept up
soon to fail

taken from a whole
to relieve a continuation
of isolation – beside myself
but unjust

ill throw down now
my skin will itch
as i degrade
to follow anew

a small light in the corner
illuminates the space around it
enough to attract sore eyes
but keep dimensions foriegn

as you approach
the weaker it becomes
the flicker repeats
small smoke pillows

stay back
move away
let it grow
turn into a flame

a flowing fire

been diving deep
for tales that dont breath
maybe the lack of air
is making my words weak
if i come to the surface
gasping for a break
catch up with my circulation
you can read about it
sometime next week
the photo is black and white
the headline will read
despairing raconteur
does not find that which he seeks
though im sure of the integrity
every bone in me creaks
i started off with a leap
but ended up broken
gasping for praise
holding my head up
for the pain of upcoming days
of a cruel summer
approaching future deciet
if i told you more lies
would you chose ones to keep
or forget all those words
push me back in the deep

have you been under the radar
visible only to those you wish to be seen by

have you been bundling yourself up
protecting yourself from cold weather and being recognized

have you been keeping your eyes behind shades
reflecting sunshine and unwanted attention

have your hands been busy
capturing creativity and waving off suitors

have your lips been shut
saving your breath for important conversations

have your feet been planted
not moving from your desk for months

or is my theory of your solitude
solely for my benefit

you’ve been out and about
not wanting me to seek you

when the warm weather comes out
will you come out of hiding too

will the change of seasons
change everything else around you

if i could shed my skin
would my insides feel better
or is it my guilty conscience
thats been eating away at me
its got my blood boiling
with my stomach in knots
but i cant shake this feeling
off