Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Confused


I've been festering in this shell. This hell...
Driving through the fog towards the blue...
Clueless about what to do...
"Hey man, you gotta smoke?"
As he coughs and spits, and begins to choke.
"No dude, I had to quit."
Then I lit one up, as if I give a shit.
I've been beaten and bruised and dragged to my knees.
And the perpetrator is always me...
Am I in Georgia or Tennessee?
Where is home? Where could it be?
I look at profound quotes from the dead and gone...
I remember the lyrics, but forgot the song...
There are ceramic figures everywhere I look...
With this stick I will smash them. I'll take back what they took...
Don't worry about me, I'll be all right...
You may see me on Channel 9 tomorrow night...







 

Friday, April 10, 2015

Spring


I've come full circle... It's spring again...
Did you miss me? I'm back... Hello my friend...
The trees are resurrected in a rich sea of green...
The long, cold winter seems like but a dream...
Where am I, and where have I been?
Is this absolution, or a mere pardon of my sins?
The new sun casts shadows of that lonely rope...
The dread of living has been replaced by hope...
Through the inky darkness has ventured a sliver of light...
With the spring rain comes flowers... And the end of night...
 

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Dream a Dream

   
      I woke up shaking and weak. I made some coffee, and quickly sipped on the hot, caffeine laden drink, slowing trying to grasp my surroundings. I felt so strange. The dark house seemed different this morning. I felt as if I was still in a dream. Why did everything seem so surreal this morning? 
     I walked into the living room with an eerie trepidation. Laying on the coffee table was a .357 magnum revolver. I don't own a gun. Where the hell did this come from?! I slowly walked into the bedroom where my sleeping girlfriend was. I had slept on the couch after our stupid argument last night. I crept into her bedroom. 
     It was dark and as quiet as a tomb. A feeling of unexplained dread filled me as I slowly nudged her. She didn't move. I nudged her again with a little more force. Again, no movement. I pulled the covers back, and to my horror, half of her head was gone. Scarlett pools stained the white sheets, and pieces of skull and brain lay splattered on the wall.
   I fell on the floor trying to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. I looked down at my shaking hands through my blurred tears to see my blood soaked hands still holding the gun! My eyes opened suddenly as I shot out of bed. I was drenched in sweat, and horrified. I looked over to see my sleeping girlfriend. A nightmare. A horrible, extremely realistic nightmre. I looked over on my nightstand to check the time, and in the pale moonlight I saw the glimmer of a large handgun.


Saturday, March 21, 2015

Spring Morning


The sun arose with a glorious face...
The cool, spring air passes through my window with the fragrance of new flowers.
It's hard to lay in my darkness today since it's so very vibrant and light.
I think I'll take a walk today, like the ones on the vacant golf course...
Things seem a little clearer today, and the future doesn't look quite as hopeless.
The birds are singing their songs; lulling my endless troubles away...
The air is fresh and new as I watch the thin clouds drift along the pale blue sky...
The warm sun gently touches my face, and with closed eyes, I inhale the beauty.
Even if this is all a temporary mood, I welcome it with open arms!


Monday, March 16, 2015

Hologram


I was numb as I stepped into the water...
I was numb when I realized you were gone...
I was numb to new illusions...
Didn't want to learn any new songs...
The pain is finally subsiding...
Just as I knew it would...
I'm trying to find my place now,
As I know I should...
I wake up a little differently now...
I'm starting to accept where I am...
I look hard through the shadows and mist,
but you are but a hologram...

 

Monday, March 09, 2015

Say Goodbye


The nights shadows scurry from the dawns arrogant light,
as I stand on this ledge, pondering flight...
What does it matter anyway?
Tomorrow will be just like today...
The bridge is now only ash and dust...
I have no credibility. I have no trust...
My life is wadded on the floor you see...
I have nothing or no one... Not even me...
Please give me one reason to go on...
Please give me the lyrics to that forgotten song...
No need to point out my desperate wrongs...
Just say goodbye, but don't be long...

 

Sunday, March 01, 2015

LIES


I rang the bell, but it made no sound...
I fell on my face, but not to the ground...
I cried out to god, but she was gone...
I sang all the words but not the song...
I wept without a single tear..
I was afraid without a single fear...
I screamed out in a muted pain...
I soaked in the storm but not in the rain...
I wish I was me but someone else...
I wish I could reach that gun on the shelf...
I am sick as a dog but in perfect health...
I'm a raging moron; thoughtful and wise...
And if you believe that, I have plenty more lies...





Blog Archive

About Me

My Photo
Chattanooga, TN, United States
I am student of life, poet, published author,musician, and a part-time philosopher. I have four daughters and a son. Twitter@dhoover2112