I wished something more
Than I could be now,
And a body laid to rest
Seemed too far away.
With lost whispers gone
And a life unsung
Without deed and
Property acknowledged.
Farewell, then, steadfast
Calm realizes an impasse
Of who and how and when
A greater goal was left.
Seek pleasure in the shadow of pain, when the world cannot be seen through that rose-colored glass: when matters of the heart and mind deceive and morality, betwixt in selfishness, promises nothing
The world waits
Until I'm awake,
But must hold time
In between the space,
Of what is known
And what is perceived.
How much longer
Until there is no
Middle ground.
I walked home today,
Neither alone
Or near in that grey
Dreary mist, that
Solidified an
Unknown delay.
Of which no reason
Should I walk more,
Displayed in season,
So frivolous
By nature's demand.
And the cold settled
Deep in the bone,
And my heart nettled,
A desire
Lost...
Tomorrow waits for me,
Not begging nor pleading
Upon its arrival
Of my conscious mind
And yet it further
Calls, steadfast, resolute,
Omnipotent in this
New day that is my own;
But the tide of the past
Leaves old worries upon
What could have been, what is.
I left you stranded on a cold night,
somewhere between the first touch
of Autumn’s grace
and the heaps of leaves
spotting well-mended lawns.
It is not the first infraction
of mine upon the whisper
“I love you,”
Because it is easier to bark
than to bite to the bone.
And now...
I’m not much of a romantic, but the sunrise in Ohio, on the best of terms, is enough to move me. Usually that movement is restricted to the day’s first cigerette, habit trumps all. Now, I’m not delusional enough to believe Ohio is some great state, where the view can be stamped on a postcard and...
Antiseptic hallways gleam,
replacing my well-thought dream;
where did it go,
what do I really know?
I held so tightly
to what I thought was real
but now, what is left to feel?
The loneliness of a twin bed,
metal wire over a window
that once held where I could go?
Is this a joke?
I’m...
I'm not much of a poetry guy, but I saw a thread on /lit/ and decided to give it a try. Got some nice feedback, so I'll put it here as well.
Over the backyard fence,
where wonder waited
to turn trees to warriors.
But as I grew taller
the fence seemed smaller,
and no longer
could wonder...