Pulse

Sweaty face and
tired eyes.

Famished mind,
and useless lines.

Nonsense feelings,
tiny voices pleading.

A husk of happiness,
thoughts like dust.

Empty blue lines,
red tape over my eyes.

Currently Listening Hey Jupiter EP By Tori Amos see related

- Hey Jupiter

Distance

Far away,

The hands that grasp,
the eye’s loving gaze
seem even colder.

First far, then even further,
the lonely April showers blow and ebb;
the bench wood creaks,
its splinters ache.

You decide to circumcise,
abort love’s sweet contemplations
to indulge in typeface affairs,
studious pen and paper.

I linger,
lost in cheap clichés.
The wind grazes
the pages.

The vice grip you’ve maintained
over my heart clenches.
And although you are gone,
the scent of spices remain.

Pygmalion

Spent hours sculpting the ego
into a beautiful Mind,
so one day it would flourish.

Every inch of the Self
salivated in recitation
of what was to come-

It was to be only what was molded.
But hands were unclean.
The thoughts were tainted.

Was in love with it,
the idea of a perfect soul,
but They were jealous,

It is They who mocked it.
They told It, that It was worthless,
Mind was full of fury and hatred.

Self began to rot,
hope was an illusion;
the Mind became what life taught.

Today the clay of Mind was 
dust in the mirror,
and all I could see was "It."

Saudade

Fly the mind's eye
back to those far away times,
over the green field
Into a rain cloud
and let me spill-

Let me walk a bit further down
the path where the geese left their droppings,
over the muddy patch
to stop before the vacant field
And sit myself down upon the rotting wood.

Say you won't change
and speak to me softly.
Hold me close, and take my hand,
To ensure that my shivers cease.
Never let go.

For my hands are blue and
my heart is hardened.
And your voice is frigid,
prying, laced with motives.

Return to me love,
like an ancient memory;
Etching our initials in that small birch tree.
I pray you'll step back in time with me,
For my heart yearns always, insatiably for the past.


- written by jenz0rs, (PS look up the title's meaning. I'll be happy if you comment me back with it's meaning and will give you, um CANDY!)

*beached whales*

On this long beach of life
you've become a grain of sand
lost in the hourglass
falling through the with all the rest,
Never gaining back lost time.

And it hurts so much
to see you there
Because I'm just like you;
but its so hopeless
Because there's nothing I can do.
 
' cause when we're  gone
these sediments of failure
will compress into
A final triumphant pearl
Pried open from that dun, oppressive shell-
Life.