Am I not still Did you not animate me Are you electronic Burning out, buzzing in The keycard to my heart Is fried, no longer reading properly I’ve been fooled too many times Hacked by anything with a pulse Now, I have none Plug and unplugged My soul spins the same Records for the searching … Continue reading Hacked From The Inside
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Missing Pieces
The sky’s so clear So empty With every appearance of tranquility But there’s things you can’t see The visible spectrum Our eyes see ten percent What about the other ninety? Who are we missing out on What hearts are we breaking Teardrops down invisible windows I don’t believe there’s an old man in the sky … Continue reading Missing Pieces
Becoming Whole Again
I can never become whole again only so much can be remade the rest lost to the faded essence of memory where there is time, there is forgetting and I love you too much to remember or let each breath be a miserable reminder of that which I used to be without you those steps … Continue reading Becoming Whole Again
Sweating
humidity gorges on the anxiety muscles lunge for the nearest bottle water, ice cold she reaches too, so bold now I’m frozen stiff it’s okay, she’ll leave just the others racing past as roadrunner in the desert I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m laughed at, I’m bold I see the future but dive deep in the … Continue reading Sweating
Before The Sand Falls
I’m a bridge, a causeway to destiny Cause I light the way out the dark No tricks, no games, just answers to the spark I was lost in life, trapped by rebels in a cave Then the light came on, I became Tony Stark Somebody told me “don’t waste it” This life, this breath, this … Continue reading Before The Sand Falls
Thought
Tell me, do you ever think What we could have been When the guilt passed, and the messages Stoped coming Did you think of me then? Just. When. Did. The. Pain. Stop. For me? For you? Whenever I got on top Did I ever? I remember so little, and so much Transpired, but I’m always … Continue reading Thought
Falling Short
Sweat on my back attracts Biting bugs, lying amongst the thistles They sense I’m alive? Somebody knows something I don’t Or didn’t Cutting only bleeds you of temporary pain But there’s nothing to ease The immortal struggle Of being seen and yet unseen Loved yet wholly misunderstood Shouldn’t they know who I am? Should I? … Continue reading Falling Short
To Do
Sit me down Close my eyes Let me sigh, let me die No Wait, don’t do that, just Tingle with my conscious Spark the ignition, then light it on fire Let me live and love, then hate myself For ever trying to be with you So sick of being so close, yet so far I’ll … Continue reading To Do
Don’t Call Me
Don’t call me strong; cracked glass eyes Shatter into a stream of blood Tears fill the creek where we swam There was a time long ago, before the shade And shallow, I’d listen to you talk Glide on the tips of maple The water, the water, always more crystal Tomorrow Love echoed through the trees … Continue reading Don’t Call Me
Loathing
They say I don’t have many friends Because I’m weird Too odd to be included with us And though outsiders hardly put up a fuss To find out the source of grotesque hate Every time someone tries to stand for truth They’re shoved a heaping pile of revenge And told to eat hastily from a … Continue reading Loathing