Something

So I have not written any poetry lately. I have written a few short stories and am currently rummaging through my folders trying to add to the ones that have been sitting and collecting dust. I don't know if it is because my life has become so non dramatic lately, or if I'm just to lazy to think of any interesting words to string together and form a thought. I'll work on it though and maybe something will come to me. Who knows.

He's Gone

He’s gone, and the sadness washes over me.
He’s gone, and some nights like tonight I sit and cry over what’s been lost.
And he’s gone, and although he comes back on rare occasions, when the moon hangs low in the sky. When loneliness has enraptured him, on those rare occasions when he seeps into my room, and holds me close as he slips inside me, His soft lips, the taste of forbidden fruit. The strength of his arms around my waist, he ravages me and for a moment just a moment, everything is like it was.
But then I wake up alone and I realize he’s gone.
And when I see him next, he behaves as though nothing has changed, as though he was possessed by a spirit not his own.
And he’s gone,
He’s found comfort with someone else, and though he calls me when he needs to talk, when the secrets inside him have become too much for one person to hold,
He’s gone, and no matter how much I need him, or want things to be as they were, there is always the reminder that he’s gone. And I know that he will never really come back, because he’s gone.

Slaughterhouse

The screams penetrate me,
The streets run red with blood.
Dripping from my eyes.
Drowning me into the darkness.
The oxygen leaks from my lungs.
Screaming through quivering lips
Blue
Cold
Bare arms,
Quivering in the hard cold rain.
Wash it all away
The smell of death,
The smell of fear,
Draw near
Morning, Draw near

Too Busy To Care.

Did you know because of you my blood runs cold?
That angry rises although I try to be bold. You lie and decieve and play me the fool, and I go along, Trying to be the better man, trying to understand.
Your life is no more complicated than mine, and you think I can't deal, but I'm doing fine. Without you I will rise, and you will fall and continue to sink, and every bad decision you make places a brick around you blocking you from the outside world, and one day you will be alone, inside your wall, inside your hell. And as you sit there cradling trying to wish your way back to the beginning, I'll still be moving forward, rising to every occaison, enjoy every moment of life. the good, the bad, the unmanageable, but I will learn to deal, and everyday this pain you have caused me heals.
Just a little bit more, but your wounds stay open.
Broken and bleading, becoming infested with the disease that you allow your mind to spread, And by then I will have been immune and the one person that is willing to tear down that wall will be gone, preocupied, too busy to care.

New..

Your lips linger on the curve of my side.
A sweet remembrance of last night.
The warmth I felt as I layd by your side, stays with me when I'm alone.
When the emptiness turns to cold.
Our love for eachother on temporary hold.
Our griendship grows.
You turn to me when you need someone most.
And I reach for you, comforting you.
Everything surrounding wrong suspends when I'm in your arms.
If only we could make those moments last.
Turning back the past,
erasing all the stumbles in the path. Lookinf for forgiveness, relief, learning to let go
yearning to breathe.
Slowly walking forward, hoping we meet again on a bed of red roses devoid of thorns.
Until then I'll keep your whispers, and your memories,
the scent of your skin. The softness of your bottom lip.
The lingering of your kiss on the curve of my side.
The memor of warmth filly my bed.
Until the day, we meet again.

Punching Bag

Let me be your punching bag, let me take it all.
Leave me with no bruises, just let me fucking fall.
Let your words sting me, scorch me with their pain,
I’ll go on everyday as my feelings never change.
Love someone else, just like you promised that you would.
Keep your distance far from me, just like I told you that you should.
Take your crucifying eyes point out every thing you hate, all my imperfections,
My bitchiness, my weight, tell me that I lie, tell me that I’m wrong, break me with every fucking word, then turn it into song. Play it on the radio for all the world to hear, I’ll sit back in the darkness, and shed a silent tear.
I’ll never let you see me, or hear my desperate heart. You hate me just as much as you hated me from the start. You chased me down to make me yours so you could throw me all away. Leave me with my loneliness, just go the fuck away.

Weather Pass

Snow Falling
Water Freezing
Heart Bleading
Endless dreary
mind so weary
assure me that this weather will pass
My blood will flow
as the loneliness goes.
and the anger slows.
Will the sun rise
my tears dry
assure me that the weather will pass
that sadness will melt, with the ice on the fresh green grass.
Assure me it wont all die away.
That a new day will arrive, and happiness will stay.

Anger Burning.

There is anger burning inside me.
It's tearing at my veins.
The lies you've told are swarming through my thoughts.
Trying to convince me of truth.
I try to see the you I fell in love with.
But he doesn't exist.
It's not as though he went away. He was never there to begin with.
As though this whole time I was in love with a dream.
There is anger burning inside me.
My temperature rises with each passing day.
With each shrug of your shoulder.
Rising with all of your ignorant ways.
You look at my willingness to trust as an excuse to play your game.
But there will come a day that this anger will cease to burn.
When my heart will turn cold. A day when you will come back to me,
begging for that second chance. Needing more attention to help the time pass.
A time will come when looking at you will no longer strike that match.
When the vision of you will be the same as that of a stranger.
A time when the anger inside me will be extinguished and I will finally be free.