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October 4, 2013
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This is a different take of my old poem “Wishing Well”. As with all of my poetry, they will never be complete until I am six feet under.

Nothing’s changed.

I’m still alien to the term “Love”

It travels on another timeline,

parallel to my own.

Never to intersect or intertwine.

Till death, my bitter heart will remain alone.

Eternity awaits this lonely lover.

Filled to the brim with guilt,

void of compassion

The will to love,

is no longer an oft-thought emotion

I’m stumbling through an open door

A mason’s fairy-tale creation

I’m fumbling through an open door;

My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing

eyes with a life, this soul just wasn’t made for

Yeah I’m tumbling through an open door

End over end

She threw my ass out of an open door

Her laugh accompanies splintering floorboards…

Nope, not a damn, thing’s, changed

The Friend I’ll Never Get Back

August 30, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It’s been so long since I’ve talked to her

The “old” her

Before my mind over-emphasized her grandeur

Before my self-destructive tendencies

Broke my heart in two cities

Half fled, with her, half stayed behind

Reluctant to commit at any point in time

Itself to the trials of deferring love or lust

for a tender heart, swept north in a gust

a primordial wind whose current lay ancient

with whispers of the Renaissance and darkest of ages,

with conflicting wisdom, not to be believed,

by anyone, but the naive: Me.

 Then life became a bore without her,

without her in my hopeless arms.

I pressured and I endured

With fables of love, and the way “I LOVED HER!”

All simply a veil, over childhood insecurities

As if she were the light, and I, frightened by night

Feared the dusk when she leaves.

Preconceived Notions

August 14, 2013
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So if you think you know me so well

Just say the word, send me to hell

I’ll say hello to your “one hour loves”

At least they had your hand at once

 

I just hoped and prayed you would

But God does not exist in worlds

Where love takes the backseat

To your callous words.

 

Yeah just pull that trigger from under my pillow

Watch the life bleed eyes that

Couldn’t look away even if they tried

The neighbors don’t need to hear the blast

 

So press that muzzle as hard as you can

Until the pillow grazes your hand

Let it rip as it sits on my temple *pow*

End the life unknown. 

It comes with experience

July 12, 2013
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There’s a place in my head and it dreads to be fed, lies.
It’s void of compassion, hatrid, disgust; simply a void.
Where thought cannot exist
without a will to think for one’s self.
There is a place in my head,
and I’d be better off dead,
than with it’s interminable tread
Grinding around my homestead.

One-Sided Divorce

June 26, 2013
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She’s takin’ the world, the world out of your hands.

She’s takin’ your soul, upon other demands.

She’s takin’ the dog, cause she ain’t got a heart

She’s takin’ your cd’s, and the only decent wall art.

She’s takin half of your shit, and still got the house

She’s takin’ the bbq pit, and the decorative Christmas elves.

She’s takin’ the pickup, ain’t leavin’ nothin’ for you

She just left with the kids, might as well down a brew

Or two, and piss on the Justice’s shoes.

Untitled

June 12, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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She might say she’s “sorry Charlie.

can’t we be friends, my darling?

What we have, it’s too good to

Ruin with

Overzealous fawning”

That’s right, so

kick up a frown

’cause she aint lettin’ you down,

easy.

Surrender

June 6, 2013
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I can’t understand why

I keep chasin’ your tail

but if I keep running

will I catch up soon?

if I say that it’s “love”

will it heal the wound?

I don’t know why

you need a friend,

In me.

When you just pick me up like a pen,

With intent to make amends…

 

…Though, It’s all for naught

you just call upon me when you’re

back in town, back

when its my time to come off the rack.

‘Cause when you’re gone

my dreams leave with you.

just blank nights waking up without you.

you say you wish more were like me.

Yet you look in every direction but mine

I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow

just say the word then say no more

because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.

Wishing Well

June 3, 2013
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Nothing’s changed.
I’m still alien to the term “love”
It travels on another time line
Parallel to my own
Never to intersect or intertwine
Forever my bitter heart remains alone

Eternity awaits this lonely lover
Filled to the brim with guilt
Void of compassion
The will to love
Is no longer an oft-thought emotion.

I’m tumbling down a wishing well
A mason’s fairytale creation.
I’m tumbling down a wishing well
My past fortune’s glimmer, gracing
My eyes with a glimpse at a life
My soul just wasn’t made for.

Yeah I’m tumbling down a wishing well,
End over end
I’ve thrown my life down a wishing well
And not a damn thing’s changed.

Recurring Nightmares

May 14, 2013
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I despise you.

Every ounce of devilish flesh your frigid soul possessed.

Never guessed,

I’d dangle hook, line, and sinker.

Bobbing and weaving in the treacherous sea,

Believing my role to be truly divine.

Yet I was just the bait, yeah,

I was swallowed by fate, yeah,

And this sickness lies in wait, girl,

 It relinquished the life from dilated eyes.

A desperate junkie, manipulating words fill the syringe.

Injecting lies as a cure for my blight.

Never shown the light.

I’ve grown weak, I’ve grown meek, my words have razor sharp TEETH!

I devour the world with my cynical ways.

For the light has grown red, invading my impressionable head.

Yes, you helped nudge me over the edge, yeah,

You watched me fall with no regrets and yet,

You still try to be my “special” friend.

Don’t you understand?!

You are why my conscience is dead!

I was fine before you; I was alive with ambitions

To sprout a family, to travel the world!

Now I’m one beat of a butterfly’s wings from showing you a rogue lion’s

Roar!

Your game is a

bore!

You said I deserve

more!

Pft.

Broken

April 18, 2013
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Darling, when you lose that grin, I turn away in tears.

‘Cause I know the melancholy song that follows,

and each tune’s never easy to hear.

She sings out of key, lips tremble with a chill;

eyes like a furnace, she’s goin’ in for the kill.

No I couldn’t leave her side this time.

Even though she never asked for this rhyme.

’cause no one knows the woman inside; no.

They never bothered to break through the pain in her

azure eyes.

Waving away a broken Angel, never wondering what’s stowed inside,

why she weeps through nights, why her smile only shines,

with a gentle hand at her side.