Showing posts with label help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help. Show all posts

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Never Fall That Far Again


A whispering gust of verses encircle my ears as your lips somberly dance to the rhythm.  I watch as the darkness drips from your mouth, just as blood leaks from a closing wound. Your eyes wander hastily to catch a glimmer of sunlight, only to halt as it is kisses the lifeless concrete that lie beneath your feet.

Your mouth begins to dance again, “This ground I see,
This ground supports my flesh,
        my burdens,
      my faith.
It keeps me afloat in my sea of woe.
Thru it, I can never fall that far again.”

Monday, April 2, 2012

In My Mind


In the mind of the normal:
A razor is meant to shave with.
A bottle of pills is meant to be stored up high.
A bridge is meant to be walked across.
A bathtub full of water is meant to be jumped into.
A full plate is meant to be eaten.
A passing train in meant to be waved at.
A rope is meant to hold a piƱata.

In the mind of the empty:
A razor is meant to numb the pain.
A bottle of pills is meant to be swallowed.
A bridge is meant to be jumped off of.
A bathtub full of water is meant to hold a breathless body.
A full plate is meant to be thrown away.
A passing train in meant to be walked in front of.
A rope is meant to become a noose.

In the mind of the artist:
A razor is meant to intrigue.
A bottle of pills is meant to numb the mind.
A bridge is meant to be over water.
A bathtub full of water is meant to be still.
A full plate is meant to be overwhelming.
A passing train in meant to be lit up.
A rope is meant to hold up my hope.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Bleeding


Tears rain down, staining my shirt a crimson red.
Like a waterfall of agony, it drowns me.
I lay silently, suffering in my bed.
The tears won’t clot, I’m lost in my ruby sea.
Each burgundy tear slides down my pale frame,
Causing my skins subtle twitching.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Hope


I grasp it tight, never letting go
The rain may loosen my grip, but the sun will come soon enough
Here, hold on with me

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Unwanted Hope


Through the darkness I search for a flicker.
In the distance, I see a faint sliver of light.
I turn around.