A key

Connected

A hammer

Hits

A string

Taunt

A note

Emitted

A hand

Slams

A sound

Vibrates

A room

Filled

A melody

Sings

A song

Bursts

A window

Open

A bird

Replies.

Then sobriety comes
Like a haunting of eyes
Seeking ravenous desires
Full of colossal lies
Traverse connections
Forming a mimicking contingency
Of necessary attractions
In an abysmal state
That shapes future causes
For events unknown

lost in sensations
of crawling feelings
the warmth of skin
felt through cold fingertips
that were pressed
against a beating heart
draining the life
and creating an impression
yet abandoned in a dream
to which has no road
back to reality
left to wander endlessly
the possibilities of lies
but always hoping
for one thing in the end
the comfort that everyone seeks
yet is unattainable
for one reason or another
so close but always far
just out of reach

and it all makes me wonder
if the searching is worth it
cause few ever find
what they are looking for
and just what is it
that pushes us forward
with every failed attempt
and how long will it last
the sweetness of achievement
if nothing is meant to be forever
and is it worth anything
if it is not
so why feel at all
when its all just a shadow
of what can be
but never will be

stay in the dream
reality is malevolent
fake the smiles till your next fix
and shake yourself asleep
forget everyone
and melt within yourself

Pale skin and rosy cheeks

Full lips and sparkling eyes
Her voice a melody when she speaks
An angel fallen from the skies.

Heads turn whenever she walks by
All men bow down before her
She offers nothing but a sigh,

A smile, and sweet laughter.

 

She wants to be held tight

But pushes you away

She is elusive like the night

And yet as sweet and warm as day.

 

She walks with head held high

So happy and so glowing

But on the inside she will die

From the pain she isn’t showing

 

Her beauty hides the mess

That was left behind

The hurt that she’ll suppress

The hate that is confined

 

She’s waiting for the day

When her smile won’t be fake

When she could love again

And know it won’t be a mistake

From the crypt..aka old computer. I really like it though.

the tears wont come
choosing to choke me
from the inside instead
this weight on my heart
on my head is unbearable
and I promised to never again
let myself get this sad
and to stop giving it all
for the sake of another
still I succumb to the fall
deluding myself
with this young girly nature
that the signs that I saw
were more than nothing
and in the end
one major flaw or something
but it wasnt my fault
and I refuse to take the blame
just this feeling is awful
it licks my insides
like a flame with embers
and the smoke
rises from my lips in clouds
yet im freezing, so cold
ice in my vain and lungs
forming a mold to be filled
yet its just too hard
and I dont understand
what went wrong
and why should I try
yet I'm stuck in this headlock
this hold that wont let me move
past it or over or anywhere
for that matter
and I cant help but care
letting my heart rip apart
yet trying so hard to stop
to shroud my despair with laughter
to make believe in a story
a tale of ever after and happiness
but I know it's all lies
and I've been here before
so I've perfected my disguise
of smiles and make up
but still there's nothing I can do
to just erase what happened
to hide away the shake up
like it never was
and every little thing
reminds me of this mess
making me think about the cause
and I have an answer
but its still not enough
like a cancer it has spread
taking hold of my mind
and my head is swimming
in a sea of thoughts
that make me want to drown
and never come up.

The strings of your heart
strummed by quick fingers
which belong to a god
who can only play minor chords.

A weeping melody
in constant staccato
creates a drifting rhythm
defining the motion of the world.

Siren of the soul
luring the unawares
to in finite confinement
in your own twisted mind.

To be his instrument his tool
to play as he wishes
with the world at his fingertips
painted by your song.

Being encased in the lyrics
of a sly tongue
that licks at your wounds
and whispers sweetness.

His golden rapture
until the world hears
the silver ringing
of a broken string.

Found this in the back of my philosophy notebook. Well, parts of it anyways. Edited [a lot] and posted.

Three speeds to the heart:
Like, love, and broken
Each bringing its own
Discomfort, ache, and devastation
Gear number two
Treading shallow waters
Fear of connection
Yet swimming in avidity
Absorbing the pleasure
Lingering titillation
Memory flow
Erasing things past
Yet always reminded,
The persistent beat
Of the heart
Shrouds the world.


Can a poem only I understand be considered good? Probably not.

shed the skin, minuscule flakes
carried off by the wind.
underneath, guilty pleasurethe erosion of sin

and the pride within
egocentric spotlight
careless narcissism
shine, with black radiance.

select your torture,
the love you fear;
the mace of comfort
and chalice of desire

embrace the rain
washing your soul
untouched by faith,
bearing pain

your demise,an iron maiden;
uncanny mindand weary breathing.

Temptation

The waves like serpents at her feet
Inviting the soul to wonder.
A spell in abysses of solitude
The sensuous call of waters deep.
The radiant peace of cold,
Temptation sparkled like a garnet gem.
Like a glass of champagne to the light
The golden flicker blinds her inhibitions.
A subtle current of desire, like music,
Filled the dark places of her soul.
The seductive embrace of cool water on white skin
Ignited a languishing fire.
The voice of the sea whispering, clamoring, murmuring
Never ceasing its soft, close, embrace.
There was no living thing in sight,
It must have been God's day on that island.
The hunger fed,
Flooded by the color of crushed grapes.
Bonne nuit, ma reine.

This poem is "found" because it consists mostly of lines taken from the book - The Awakening by Kate Chopin. It's a classic that I really enjoyed.