the curve of my daisy

grasping my neck with your invisible hold,
you walk away – forcing me to watch it unfold,
paralyzed – while your teeth begin to dig deeper,
sinking into the ground as I call you my reaper.
The degradation of one’s heart,
leads me to writing poetry in the dark,
wishing for the end – as I fall to the floor,
discovering death is not serene – its a rapping at the door.
Monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams,
love and passion are nothing but short-lived extremes,
our moment in the sun came at a devastating cost,
realizing the brutality of a love now and forever lost

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Wanting

The kiss we shared was of a haunting nature,
thoughts of your supple lips with their lingering flavor,
a world unfocused – the reality of the day,
tortured by the words that I can no longer say.
Eyes of wondering women pierce my vision,
and if I had to choose – I think you’d know my decision,
I want to regret that moment we shared,
but I know in that moment you truly cared,
Hate – I’d like to feel,
maybe – it’d be harder for my heart to steal,
such an emotion is unimaginable to me,
fore you were the one that helped me believe

Everlasting Permanence

 

You were the one that saved me from complacency,
revised the tide of an everlasting insurgency,
you gave me the hope which all should aspire,
to lose you now – dooms me to a life much more dire.

As I would take – you would give,
when you would love – I would live,
there was nothing your presence could misgive.

Now – without you – my life – I attempt – to retake,
but how – when I envision you – all I do it ache?

Forced to walk this path alone,
all I think of is you – through this journey of the unknown,
no more regard for my own well-being,
wonder if there’s more to you I will be seeing

Regrets

I watch my voice as it becomes increasingly loud,
I feel my face as I smash it into sound,
I scream and claw with this tongue, hoping to be profound,
but all I have left is the broken promise I once gave you, with a vow.
Pray you never feel the longing of your lover’s voice,
the hurt it caused by your disastrous choice,
I was her church,
she, my steeple,
now all we have left is the power of my egotistical evil.
Our torn down monument,
on top of our shattered hymns,
what it was – I wish – is what I could give,
but this is not the fairy tales from my childhood stories,
these are the mistakes that lead me into an everlasting purgatory

Dial Tone

Listen on the rain,
last words you said to me,
this before you led me to decay.
Tears stream down my face,
you hung up – leaving me in disgrace,
daunting final words dwell in deafening ears,
your voice left me swallowed in all my fears.
Broken pieces of my heart,
left in shambles without my counterpart,
she was the one keeping me together,
now without her I’ve lost – my reason – my treasure

Revolver

Time froze,
senses dulled as it began to erode,
deeper into the void I tumbled,
falling into a mind that was far more troubled.
Moments of abyss,
strengthen what previously did not exist,
lucidity kept what was left unsaid,
but now turn my words into solid lead.
Shards of this malevolence,
came with regretful consequence,
succumbing to pride,
forcing me to lose the one I called my bride

A Night Almost Lost

Watching the world stand still as my body twists and deforms,
the heart of hell is what I seemed to have absorbed.
Shuttering and convulsing, my mind reaps with no end,
waiting for a savior to finally descend.
But as I lay here in the muck of my own existence,
I reached a thought that is much too consistent.
I am the abnormal,
in this new world order,
and if I am to survive to remain alive,
I must keep moving and soldier,
because if not I am doomed to a life of pure loiter.

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