No Name
Nothing's worth it,
taming my lion,
I sit and think about life, contemplating the murder of my mind,
the suicide of dreams,
no ambition to share,
It's all for me,
I take what I want, not what's given
diving into an atoll of colors,
will you be my beacon,
slapping shame in the face,
then giving it a sloppy kiss goodbye,
I like to lie, when it hurts your ego,
I love to roar when my timing turns to taming those dark lonely nights.
Quasar
Flying stars dripping from my wrists,
numbness trickling down to my fingertips,
I've never found peace before,
and I won't,
until the night shades in the darkest places of my heart,
then when it breaks is when I cry,
these sparkling stars say goodbye,
to the bad, the ugly, and the brave,
yes these three things I do crave,
sounding like a witch, I rhyme,
casting my fishing line into a well of spells,
only then do I admit that the stars are my tears
and boy do they have a story to tell.
No Name
The shade is where her inner-child laid while everyone watched,
they admired her beauty from a distance,
making statements as though she never existed,
they left her alone,
believing that the slightest touch would crumble her tower,
Then the language was born,
words started to form,
a small crease let out a whisper,
the faintest of them all turned to the fairest,
and truth became her language, no one liked it at all,
so they snatched her from the dark, letting her prune in the sunniest of days,
these creases called lips parted and did say,
nothing,
as no one could recall,
noise noise noise a ferocious one too,
loosing her mind as everyone watched in silence,
they're oblivion to the quite obvious was, and will be, all they have left of her.
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