My thoughts take out my sight,
to try and see you again.
The laughter that made my life,
echoes from death’s memories.
My chest is touching my back,
since emptiness is so weak.
The voice that kissed my ears,
is missed with sightless tears.
The sky may look beautiful today,
yet the ground is easier to see.
A feeling has a presence that can never be obtained
because there’s nothing that will leave a little fragment of a stain;
all that’s known is what you know but you will never have a show
besides the faces in some places where a feeling does its dealing.
But these feelings will be born and also torn within your mind
before they shine upon your face until that showing fades to waste;
so the reason that this poem has the title saying vacant
is because a warming feeling isn’t here or near complacent; for me.
There’s a draft within my heart that only hurts because its sharp
and only clots as torment rots my worried peace into a crease
within the darkness of my pain that is the reason I’m insane
for feeling something I refused but still received a stupid bruise.
For I know that I have felt a little feeling known as love
and it was passion filled with action that was more than satisfaction,
but that feeling’s growing weaker since I never get to see her
and these rations are so meager that I feel like I should leave her.
But then a pain grows in my chest that never fades or goes to rest
because confusion melts my face until I drift off into space
to think of moments that were special that will hurt if put to waste,
so here I am within a jam to wonder if this love’s a scam.
The reason that I choose to stay is probably cause I am a fool
that goes so blind and shines with kind until I am her little tool,
but now it stinks to sit and think on what I want and what I have
so now my soul is only shaking, loving thoughts are bent and breaking.
There is a sign that would help bind my mind into a peaceful state
but at this rate I cannot take these thoughts away from any shots
that pierce my bliss into a fritz that circuits out until I shout
I do not know if I should go or give this chance of love to grow.
I creep into your brain
and play a little game
of what your sanity can hold
without my origin being told.
Your actions can be crazy
and the reasoning will be hazy,
but all you know is your action
and how it lacks satisfaction.
The longer that I live
the more that I smile
I will continue to give
a decrepit festering pile.
A pile of muck and nothing of luck
that sifts and shifts your happy gifts
to a place in space that leaves no trace
of sanity with calamity, that’s missing an epiphany.
So if you keep me
and never ever deceive me,
then your life will be over
and leave you a wandering rover.
Staring at this page
is something that only burns,
I find myself enraged
since my thoughts are out of turn.
They fly into this wall
and are left to only crawl
towards my leaking brain
that is growing more insane.
Knowledge is fleeing from me
at a speed that slips my mind,
insanity is a dangerous key
that makes this world unwind.
I’m stuck within this fire
without a burning desire
to fly up any higher
since life is only dire.
Everything seems a waste
without any delightful taste
of a change for something new
so I feel my thoughts are through.
Nothing ventures to be made,
For a goal of multitudes has been slain.
My thoughts continue to attack my psyche,
For she was a gem that I allowed to dull.
When the attempt was made to make it anew,
The buffer seized and I didn’t know what to do.
That evangelic face continues to haunt and comfort,
For the heart is shredded and I dream of yesterday.
What is written in my heart will never see beauty,
For the justice of her, is broken by my words.
This cataclysmic anger is boiling over the mountain,
Yet I am a victim of this decrepit and tattered creation.
What is life but a meaningless dream
Full of pain that constantly swells in my breast.
Tears of agony fail to fall
Yet their burdensome presence cannot be denied.
Confusion is always married with my soul
I don’t even know if I’m alive.
When happiness is dangled in front of this decrepit heart
The only thing that seems to remain is this tattered soul.
Disgust at the reflection causes me more pain
For this boy is tired of his compounding failures.
The dream of becoming a man has turned to stone
For how can I be a man when I’m meant to be alone?
There is no definition for how I see color
Because the reality of color is only a thought.
The moon caresses my spirit leaving me cold and still
The sun tries to resurrect me but is left weeping in the sky.
Married to the life of the night is quite the sacrifice
But the silence and whispers of the stars are a beauty best shown in the dark.
Forget the thoughts towards me where I am a gleaming star
For how should you know me when I don’t know who you are?
Enjoy the solitude of a chaotic mind
Because peace is never an option for the boy trapped in the tomb.
Words Upon Words 