Tuesday, September 20, 2016

impending latency.

trying to see past today
a bigger picture
see if a path exists
that will break
the cycles
all the jagged
spiraling
as we fall through time
searching and hoping
for answers
for some kind of
future
letting the uncertainty
strip away our sanity
and beg us
to give in
and hide away
i'm not sure if i have
another try in me
makes me want to stay
present
so i may survive
so i may stay in touch
even just a little
if i withdraw again
i may just gray away
for good
i'm not sure
if that is what's best
for me
but it may not matter
at all
staying quiet
is difficult for me
unless i stay away
unless i disappear
i have nothing to say
that i haven't already said
and regretted
a thousand times
so perhaps
i should stop
repeating myself
and simply
let go
and be
alone
...

Sunday, September 11, 2016

ascetic smile.

i no longer need
your compassion
your attention
your
love
it's been too long
and it's hurt too bad
and it's gotten too messy
and too ugly
and too unattainable
i don't need it
and i don't want it
anymore
i survived
i lived on hope
and dreams
for so long
that they finally broke
and i was already
broken
now
i am just numb
i found a new way to live
a new way to suffer
i found simplicity
this pain is new
and refreshing
and it may just keep me
away from all of those
memories
and reminders
all of those things
that killed me
so many times
but somehow
i am here
somehow
i learn to live
with myself
and although it gets
lonelier
it doesn't hurt
quite as bad
anymore
...

Thursday, March 31, 2016

grinding.

we leave everything behind
unknowingly
gravity flattens our feet
and pulls our hearts down
we break our backs
picking up the pieces
over and over
we fail to see
that things break
and will remain broken
no matter what we do
i’ve learned
that perhaps
i am not defined
by my triumphs
but rather my losses
because of them
i can find some enjoyment
some clarity
some shelter
and some realization
that life
is about the struggle
and the suffering
and that there is solace
in knowing
that sometimes
it’s supposed to hurt



Thursday, November 12, 2015

buried.

there are things about me
that you'll never know
it's not that i wouldn't tell you
but i'm quite certain
you'll never ask
such ugly questions
so many important moments
so many
beautiful experiences
missed
leaving shotgun holes
in my life
while i was being foolish
making choices
i didn't want to make
making mistakes
ruining everything
and now time is having
it's way with me
i've learned to smile
a little
to find some happiness
in the little warmth
afforded to me
i don't know
whether i deserve it
or not
perhaps i'm numb
although
there is always pain
always suffering
it's always there
and there is no going back
maybe that's why
sad songs
make me feel
comfortable
maybe that's why
i can be thankful
for the small things
because i know
they are all
i'll ever have
...

Saturday, September 5, 2015

senescence.

i remember
when the days were strange
and so were we
when we played with knives
and struggled for every wish
our lives were filled with danger
and our hearts with fire
we searched for each other
for the same passion in our eyes
our youth was perfectly ugly
i remember.
in many ways
i’m still the same man
but in many ways
i’m not
now
wanting hurts twice as much
because i'm not sure what i want anymore
and love is reserved
only for dreams
and even still
it is painful
perhaps it’s all the failure
or that getting older
for me
means letting go
suffering alone
and becoming numb
or maybe it’s just
the mood i find myself in
when i remember
...

Thursday, September 3, 2015

arithmetic.

the angels and demons
are the same
fighting for the innocence
of being right
belief based on
circumstance
they’re all guilty
friction creates energy
creates the passing of time
so that nothing is ever
exactly the same
the balance is always off
nothing is level
the message is never clear
the frustration
of all the same
unanswered questions
that mean nothing
over and over again
draw endless circles
in my mind
i’m sure that somehow
it all makes sense
and that the math is right
i’m just not getting it
...

Monday, June 15, 2015

artificial heart.

my love was lost
on you
because it was real
you loved me at my lowest
because it served you best
but it never lasted
and ever since
my heart is missing
stranded in a foreign city
in whichever state
you have moved on to
and how i live
by whatever artificial means
keeps me breathing
has become my life
karma keeps me nice
because i am too weak
to fight
or perhaps
when there is no heart left
to break
it is easier to be alone
time passes
and memories fade
and the feelings are still there
but there is nothing real
to embrace
it makes me feel sick
and it makes me feel
foolish
because i am
it means nothing
because there is no going back
and there is no future
there is no point
and there is nothing left
and i am not the same man
anymore
but still...
i listened to the album
and i heard the song
yesterday
and i dreamt about you
last night
and i woke up
this morning
cursing your name
again
...