Month: April 2017

That Moment

If I had to pick a moment, From the close or distant past, To stretch out for a thousand years And make forever last, I know the one that I would choose To eternally indulge. As a moment, it was seconds long, And yet those seconds are my all. I could hardly think a thought, ...

Wretched Fingers

Venom, poison, toxins; These are what I sow. Paralysis and pestilence; I reap them as I go. These cold fingers, dark and wretched, Keep destroying what they touch. They reach out far to take new things, And waste them in my clutch. Those who choose to come to me Are digging their own graves. Those ...

I Hear a Bird

I hear a bird. There is chaos in my head, There is awakeness in my bed. But I hear a bird. It is calm out there. My internal screams are loud. My want for my more is proud. But it is calm out there. Time will keep going. This wretched clock is laughing. This moment, ...

Take it Slow

This feeling, as I tell it In a song or as I yell it, Does it matter If I clatter, Or if I should fall in love? I want the latter. If I can't do any better, Put my thoughts into some letters, Write a poem or a song. "LA LA LA" String along, string ...