Friday, February 12, 2016

Bus 16


I watch lovers stroll by hand in hand...
Empty, hollow envy... A fleeting thought...
Numb from the medicine...
Numb from all the loss...
Thinking of ways to rob this store without being caught...
Absurdities scream and squirm in my head...
I'm feeling better today...
A little less dead...
I look down at my shoes, glancing up at the road...
Bus 16 is coming, my savior from the cold...

After the War



I shuffle through my loneliness like ruble after a war...
I arrange my memories like pictures on the dirty floor...
I wonder what it would be like to live another life...
Could things ever be different as I hold this shaking knife?
I swim through my sorrow, spitting out regret...
I'm at the bottom of the pool, even though I'm not wet...
Your shadow is haunting me a little less every day...
I notice my psyche is made of paper-mache...
A sliver of sunlight smiles at me from under my door...
Maybe I'll see you again... Maybe after the war...



Wednesday, February 10, 2016

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Monday, February 08, 2016

Numb



How did we become these faceless creatures?
Milling around; waiting for death...
I think to myself at the bus stop;
my skin pierced by winter's breath...
The image in the mirror looks old and weathered...
I am aimless and disengaged...
Esoteric, figures speak of war,
inciting phony rage...
The world seems faster now as the madness becomes the norm...
Things are actually what they seem, as I sniff the chloroform...
I dull my pain with sweet chemicals; as I peek out from my mask...
Within the pale light of my misery, I am left to bask...















Saturday, February 06, 2016

Friday



The wind whispers gentle obscenities with it's icy breath...
Assurances that I am truly alone...
I stumble and fall on the hard concrete...
The true fallacy is home...
Walking aimlessly into the night...
I focus on all that I've lost...
I jot down random words.. 
Rhyming at any cost...
The song in my head is slightly off key...
Still dabbing the blood from my injured knee...
I'm always making it all about me...
I rot in this prison yet I am free...

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Forgive Me



I'm sorry I left you with all these troubles...
To bob helpless in a raging sea...
I really didn't mean to leave you...
Didn't mean to make it all about me...
As I cry upon this paper...
Clearer thoughts I've never had...
And as I sit alone in protest...
You are the one who sits there sad...
I hate where I am...
I hate what I've become...
I miss you all so dearly...
I hate that I'm so dumb...
And if I ever see you again through all the madness...
I hope you can forgive me...
I hope to be the boat that saves you from that raging sea...

Monday, January 11, 2016

Monday

I duct tape my wet, little milk carton of a life together as I step outside...
My lungs fill with the cold, winter air as I release a despondent sigh...
The redundancy of Monday...
I watch the cars pass by through the chain link fence...
I am a smoking silhouette casting shadows on the non-smoking public...
Always outside the gate...
I take my pills to feel normal...
I talk to you to keep me sane...
I ignore those little voices...
I smile to hide the pain...
I quote David Bowie songs...
I'm not who you think I am...
It's Monday and I don't care...
It's all just a sham...



Friday, January 01, 2016

New Year

The new year passed silently through the placid night...
No celebratory toasts nor  sentiments of days past...
Just another cold night...
Watching the Christmas tree die like all those insincere resolutions...
Always holding out hope that the new year will be better than the last...

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