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Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Old Feelings
I need to escape.
Writing to my lonely self on this lonely page.
My life's a monologue on this empty stage.
Thought I'd found love, but I found hate.
Hate you, almost as much as I hate myself.
nonsensicalogistics
dreams
held in an envelope
so volatile
and dangerous
faces
that a man kills for
faces
that kill men
faces
and all for what?
dreams
so...
How could I forget?
i remember you now...
as the stranger does the poet
in the musky dim den
spilling ink on parchment
and other skins
your hand feverishly holding
quill
the terrene scent of tobacco permeates the air
a masterpiece
a second hand
coffee table book
i remember you now...
dog eared and frayed at the sides
a good companion in solitude, if there ever was one
I remember you now.
I wish I didn't.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Reflections
I've heard enough noise in my life
I'd rather sit in silence.
Take my time like leaves falling in November.
Everything has the same beginning.
But not the same ending.
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