Old Wounds

UNCANNY REVERIE

Tracing patterns in the ceiling,
A scythe, an eye and heart imposed,
Restless thoughts send my mind reeling,
At fear of what these signs exposed,
Now I curse this aching feeling,
And so I bid these thoughts disposed.

Still chasing shadows in the black,
A wraith, a whisp and spirit danced,
My hand outstretched for comfort lacked,
Yet through the heart I would be lanced,
Asking why you’ve turned your back,
And robbing me of solace chanced.

Then pacing back around the flat,
A train, a door, and steps sound passed,
Thus to myself I weakly chat,
Now wailing sorrows long amassed,
Alone and empty there I sat,
Their growing distance ever vast.

Now facing ghosts that mark the past,
A bond, a love, and care, alas,
Those feelings given long outcast,
A heart still broken into glass,
The reasons why yet left unasked,
Despite the love once felt en…

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e[X]istential crisis

Autonomous Prayers

Xerox the way we walk,
The way we communicate,
The way we gawk and talk.

Xerox it because that’s hawt,
Because it’s popular,
Because alone we’re not.

Xerox all the details,
All the nooks and crannies,
All the way down to our entrails.

Xerox our relationships,
Our lifestyles and choices,
Our way of giving a shit.

Xerox what’s in until you don’t exist,
What’s in with the popular kids,
What’s in until there’s a twist.

Xerox until you grow a brain,
Until it all doesn’t matter,
Until you just go fucking insane.

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Outcast

Drive me out, that’s what you’ll do,
Because I’ll never be like you,

Insist it’s true, do me in,
Lest one day I find my kin,

Force your way, your own damn view,
Like you’ve something real to spew,

Fuck it all, that way you pray,
I won’t play these games your way,

Even shamed, I’ll be no clone,
So for myself I won’t atone,

Rebuke me now, whom you abhor,
Because I may be something more,

Expel me then, from off your shelf,
At least i know that I’m myself,

Not like you, a hollow shell,
Because your only soul you’d sell,

Toss me out, for your control,
But I swear one day your bell will toll.

Rise and Fall

Once more I fail to stir on time,
Despite that ever horrid chime,
Why I ask you must I rise,
When holding hope feels hardly wise.

Yet I crawl from bed with wings of lead,
To try and face the day ahead,
And so I fight to clutch and crawl,
Though ask myself when will I fall?

Day by day we drift on by,
Scarcely ever knowing why,
Pulled by winds of doubt and dread,
Our silent cries are vainly plead.

I question may I fly within these skies,
Or will this fall be my demise,
Still night but offers fear sublime,
To usher in the mornings climb.

Old Wounds

Tracing patterns in the ceiling,
A scythe, an eye and heart imposed,
Restless thoughts send my mind reeling,
At fear of what these signs exposed,
Now I curse this aching feeling,
And so I bid these thoughts disposed.

Still chasing shadows in the black,
A wraith, a whisp and spirit danced,
My hand outstretched for comfort lacked,
Yet through the heart I would be lanced,
Asking why you’ve turned your back,
And robbing me of solace chanced.

Then pacing back around the flat,
A train, a door, and steps sound passed,
Thus to myself I weakly chat,
Now wailing sorrows long amassed,
Alone and empty there I sat,
Their growing distance ever vast.

Now facing ghosts that mark the past,
A bond, a love, and care, alas,
Those feelings given long outcast,
A heart still broken into glass,
The reasons why yet left unasked,
Despite the love once felt en masse.

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