A Lashing

My mind was fuzzy

as I felt my body numbing,

aching,

screaming for relief

from the eternal lashing.

 

Refusing to recuperate,

denying a calm living,

clawing,

attacking my thoughts

though lashing at me…

 

Slowly, the pain rises

reaching a peak

flooding,

washing over me,

as my body fades away.

 

Drifting away,

detached from myself,

unwilling,

the lashing continues,

for my mind is not at ease…

 

Turmoil ensues,

haunted by dreams,

restless,

prayed on in the dark,

silenced by my body…

 

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Silver Rain

The clouds are storming again today.
Thought nothing would get in my way.
A bit too late to realize
That what I found, was a new life
From the ground we arise
And live our our li-li, And live our lives.

Oh oh-oh ooh

Left in this storms, awakening
This silver rain, for the taking.
Just gonna go and live my life,
No worries now, cause its alright.
Just live my li-li, just live my life,
My final ni-i, my final night.

Oh oh oh ooh

As the silver rain,
Comes falling down
A dream remains
In this town
For us to share
Its our lives
Like silver rain
Just once in our lives
For certain(certain, certain)

Its our lives,
Like silver rain
No black or white
No pain
Cause its out lives.
(Cause its our lives)

Restless Nights

749 spots

749 spots i have counted 

On the walls in my room,

Staring into the dim 

Moon lit room.
My mind is stirred

And my vision at times blurred

And yet sleep evades me.
I toss and turn

Starboard and Stern

And yet no dreams occur.
163 lines

163 lines I have counted

In the grain of my ceiling

Some big

 and some small

Yet I can’t fall,

Into a deep sleep.

These restless nights,

May turn my plights

Into my inner fights

Glass Bodies

Like glass

You seen before me

Clear and easy to understand

Yet fragile and breakable

And yet you seem so strong

But you are fragile inside

With crystal clear vision

And yet you can be alluring

Like a mosaic frame

Or a catholic church window.

You shed light on many during the brightest days

And yet you provide no light to those in the darkest of nights.

You seem cold and harsh,

Yet you can shield many from brutal winds.

With a body of glass, 

Not just yours,

But mine as well.

We are different bodies,

Yet we are made the same.

Our bodies of glass

Only change with our purpose,

We have a purpose and yet it can be alot, or it can be few.

But think of what our glass bodies can do.

Slowly we Dance

We have sat for hours

Not a word’s been said,

Yet your embrace is what i crave

Even if our discussions are dead.
I slowly rise

And take your hand,

Yet you seem hesitant

Slow to take a stand.
“It’s fine.” I urge

And pull you close

Afraid to let you slip away.

As we slowly start to sway.
You relax into my arms

And we dance along

Slowly we dance into the night

Even if all doesnt seem right.

Crimson Tears

Scarred lines

Vivid signs

Trails of tears

I left behind.
Scarred signs,

These lines of mine,

Trails stretching

Longer and longer.
Crimson tears

Gather at my sides

My thoughts and heart collides

While I’m numb inside.
These crimson tears

Filled with my fears,

Trailing away

Till in darkness I stay.

A Man Now Lost

Stumbling

the man cried out in vain

as his world seemed to collapse

under the strain

from his mental state

as the pain

of a chipping heart

lead him on.

 

Once, twice and three times more

he said things he regretted more

and still his heart,

broken and bruised

from what he said

still ensured

that his mistakes would plague

his shattered mind.

 

The man spoken of

had cried out in pain

as he kept hurting

what had remained.

 

He pleaded and begged

for things to heal

a plea that was crushed

under life’s heel.

 

and now as he stood before deaths door

he wondered if she would break him down more.

 

Tried as she might,

the man seemed pleased,

as he fell for death

who seized his heart

not knowing that

he had already fallen apart.

 

since meeting death

the man was restored

she treated him well

even if he didnt deserve it anymore.

he tried to repay her favour

and tried treating her better

but failure was all

he couldn’t do better.

 

He hurt death as he did with life before

and so he stood again

at another door,

scared, broken, and heartless

hoping to hurt no one more.