Flashlight

November 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

hung your fanatical photo’s on my wall at night
so when I wake up I’ll feel like everything’s all right
you’re still here, still happy, you’re still smiling and laughing
still the only thing and everything I need in my life

I keep running in circles, walking, crawling
while you forever drink and talk about
how you miss getting fucked up and hanging around
in my mind I shout “but he your good at that”
“thanks”, you reply, “its all I got”
and also all I need

 I can see a flashlight up the trees behind my house
read the flashing like a morsecode explanation
without doubt
it will mean nothing, but take all night to figure out

(this poem is based on a song with the same tittle by The Front Bottoms)

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worldchanger

November 6, 2017 § Leave a comment

this is a call
to myself with in my tiny hands a big ball
no idea of what would become of me
in a year or fifteen i would be

everything my wild child dreams could seem to imagine

a worldchanger
dreams have not been altered by realism
but every day I become more of a stranger
and thoughts consciously become idealism

older people should appear wise
all I hear is deja entendu
no one able to truly surprise
and I keep wondering who

am I             ?  (in this world)

 

 

Tale Of A Fading Family

November 6, 2017 § Leave a comment

there’s, in my head, a vault
been forever, overgrown with mold
I wish to say it’s your fault
but that would be bold
another impulsive assault

no longer can I put it on hold
fearing now it got too old
to let the rusty story be told

 

number1998

October 31, 2017 § Leave a comment

Tearing apart my limbs with fiery force
devisions between my left and right
headstrong like a donkey horse
to understand love is above young light
energy and endless affection fight
with my weak heart
those demons keep tearing me apart

 

October 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

there is such a great guilt
I destroy what we just had rebuilt
the next day even when you smile
I feel so very vile
forgive is not forget
I know you can’t yet

August 23, 2017 § Leave a comment

In a bland box between walls
human feels so safe
he does not hear the outside calls

don’t care about what is not there
is the spirit in this cold cage
it makes everything so easy to bear

August 8, 2017 § 2 Comments

in these dark woods I stand
my sun doesn’t shine through the branches anymore
does it heat up another land?
without it my heart is poor

the impeccable image of him fast fades
and the veils vanish from before my eyes
is love written in bloody blades
worth my cries?