Short is the time,
for tonight there will be no place
for lonely words to show face
Standing upon my crowed life;
a dead still breathing space.
My mind, overwhelmed
with a flood of memory,
Washed away is my innocence... – by J J | 6 Views added 9 years ago
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Soon past moving on,
This river of scarlet pain.
Merely a portion left unspent,
the only trace of him undrained.
Passionless about his ways,
unseen his careless content.
Blind from woe,
starving on the velvet... – by J J | 10 Views added 9 years ago
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Even more so than my tears,
my dilution runs free.
This haste to get away from this scene,
leaves me in this sub tranquil serene.
I move as though I'm barely touching the ground,
just like I do in my dreams,
where it's so easy for me to walk... – by J J | 6 Views added 9 years ago
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forward naturally
captivated and curious
wandering voice alongside his santity
content in his weary driftwood of poverty
passing his can over and under empty hands
standing midway between the sky and the sands
him,with his charming... – by J J | 6 Views added 9 years ago
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To what part of me is compensated?
This longing to remedy my despair.
Eminent beyond and above repair.
I grow as dark as the passing moon shade.
Forgotten, reminded and aggravated.
My angst is evermore present and elevated.
Must I amend my character... – by J J | 6 Views added 9 years ago
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Past behaviors, past thought, past actions being sought.
Past beliefs being mocked, past experiences we bought.
Past the fighting we fought, the laughter, the loss
Past the tears we shed and the blood we bled,
From whispers left unsaid, to words... – by J J | 20 Views added 9 years ago
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Forty strokes forward,
Fifty stokes back.
Each dawning feels as rocks under my feet,
bare as tree trunk rooted deep beneath.
Callused and bleeding upon the waking retreating.
The blinded atmosphere,
replaces my crimson... – by J J | 12 Views added 10 years ago
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I cannot think to consider the strength,
of the earth beneath my feet.
I feel as though I wander about carelessly,
and walk about casually,
as if there is nothing here of value that bears weight.
I must be dreaming for I know my worth in... – by J J | 6 Views added 10 years ago
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This vague unpleasant emotion that I continue to experience ,
has developed itself into some misfortunate creature.
An ill-defined tyrant pushing across this never-ending timeline I hold claim to.
I am flawed to the point this sword I used from my... – by J J | 10 Views added 11 years ago
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