August

August Dec 2012

Are you merely entertaining me?
Are you only saying the things you say
Because you think I want to hear them?
If you are,
Then I suggest you stop
Because I don't want to hear lies
Pour out of your mouth
I don't want your stories
And your jokes
To pool around my shoes
And stain them muddy
I don't want you to think what you say
Can fill up my head
And cloud my eyes from the fact
That I'm still guarded
I've got this key locked inside of me
And if you think that you can speak
A door open that doesn't open
Then you are wrong
And you had better turn around and leave
Before I have to make you.

August Dec 2012

Her name was Cortege

She paints her face like death
Plague rides on her breath
Spine is a bridge to brain full of rain
Sorrow cruises through her veins
A thousand screaming lovers
Grasp at you from her eyes as she utters,
"Kiss me"

August Dec 2012

Papierschnittwunde

When you look back at the notes
You poured out all your hopes
You wrote down the dates of your tokes
You wrote down how much you loved the blokes
They loved you too
And you can sit in your bedroom floor for hours
Reading about the emotional towers
That got destroyed with nuclear like powers
You can remember the thorns and the flowers
And the blood they bring up
Clean them up with your notes
And your tokes
And your blokes
And your hopes
Because it soaks up so well

August Dec 2012

Grant Park

You are very tall, almost too tall.
My neck strains to see your face.
I squint my eyes and ponder
Why there is a bench now in your place.

I look around to find you, where are you?
Sitting on the bench I wonder,
Why was I looking up at you, why didn't I walk?
What was the reason for my blunder?

What was it about your overcast shadow
That made me want to stay
I look around again, to find you
I'm not fond of the games you play

I stand up and put my hands in my coat pocket
And I run a quick hand through my hair
I feel long wiry arms encircling me
Now suddenly you are there.

A bench to a man, and a man to a bench
How are you doing this and why?
I rest my face against your chest
Then you whisper a goodbye

And I'm alone in the cold with a vast
Expanse of snow as far as I can see
Nothing but a bench to sit on
I have a feeling you won't be coming back to
Me

August Dec 2012

Untitled

When I was little,
I used to light fireworks
Now I find myself,
Lighting cigarettes
And I'm developing
All of these bad habits
Your tongue is in her mouth
And you take photos
Go away
Happiness is meant for you
I think I'll just stay here.

August Dec 2012

He.

Talking to others leads to the feeling of guit
The feeling of a relationship that was built
Is still smudged, dark as night, on my conscious.
Combined together in a one sided partnership
My once lovely red beating heart, turned to ebony
By your scared, fearful, controlling tendencies
When I dressed, I had to keep you in mind
Looking even slightly desirable to another man wasn't right
All of my male companions
They had to be abandoned
Just so that I could send your wandering mind at ease
I bent over backwards, always attempting to please
My spine & discs melted inside of my back
You didn't mind, you liked that
The ways you made me compromise & mold
The way you made me rip & fold
I finally decided to stand up to you
To say no, to say that you were just to cruel
I pulled all of the strength that I had inside of me
And I knew that I had to leave
But you stain my every action
Even now, even just a little faction
There is a tall overshadow over my eyes
I want to love, but I can't help but lie
And I'll keep escaping out of the blue bathroom window
Until the knees of my tights are stained indigo

August Dec 2012

Stepped On

I admire that you want something to believe in
And I respect that you have set higher standards
Who am I to put you down for your opinions?
If we step on each other, than we deserve to be
Stepped **On