Deified

Energy,
Raw Power
The engine that keeps on pushing,
hour after hour.

Ringing in your ears...
Voices, so many voices
booming and screaming.
Through out your final years

Terrified.
Looking through the glass
everything you see
deified.

In the dirt:
In your finger tips.
The warmth of a tree,
see what i see.

Pretty Things

Cold nights
,
are you a person
?
Breathing shallow,

sobbing again
,
unable to catch your breath.

What is this? I want it out
.
Why did you let it in?

Fear. Fear. Fear.
That primordial fear
, Paralysis.

Why cant i move
?
Swinging my arms in all directions.

I can't stop feeling it.

I hate you
.
I hate myself
.
I hate.

I hate.

It just grows.

Pretty words go away,

and It's just a puddle of broken things
.
Pretty things go away
,
It's just a puddle of broken wings
.
Pretty things go away
,
It's just a pile of broke rings.

Pretty things go away
,
I wish I was pretty so I could go away.

A Villanella 02

knocking on the hardened pavement,
hardly echos back loud enough
phone ringing to leave my comment

A constant source of derangement
all of this piled here, useless stuff
knocking on the hardened pavement,

life an out of tune instrument,
we keep strumming, don't call the bluff
phone ringing to leave my comment

madness takes over triumphant,
swaying here with unbuttoned cuff,
knocking on the hardened pavement,

eyes reflected back a currant,
an injury, another scuff
phone ringing to leave my comment

we remember the covenant,
that we should, given up in rebuff,
knocking on the hardened pavement,
phone ringing to leave my comment

Mentally Unstable

i want to love again,
but ill probably go mad again,
knocking on the pavement,
hardly echos loud enough
to leave my comment

leave this pile of stuff
so much stuff you saved up
It doesn’t mean anything
just a sign never grown up
listen to ears how they ring

look around for a sound
but find no source around
stuffing up what you heard
tell yourself they are just words

laughing at myself again
every echo of myself, reflected no gain
see it in every eye
the way the blue reflects what it sees
looking past me, never connected
every moment a donor rejected

nothing left for you
madness has stripped away
what was once there now just sways
a check list
you were just a check list
remember that
every word said to you
reminded you
just a check list