"To Kill a Juliet"
I grip the cup, it’s heavy. More than liquid is here. Head aching, palms sweaty - fingers dripping my fears. I caress the glass; myself on the skin of the drink - a silhouette of a past that feels foreign to me. It’s tormenting me, the picture of before in my eyes. It flickers for a moment, almost torn from my mind. I see a happiness I had, not even a month out, with my wife and my son enjoying...
"Chess & Sex"
I’m wise enough to size her up, thick lips… type to rush knights front with a quickness. I’m listless on the outside, vicious on the in, to win is my intention - from the game to her id. I play with a mix of tact and past lessons, no passive aggression, but my passion’s aggressive. The way she moves to match is impressive, every time I push, she attacks with new leverage. Each move’s a...
The man spoke in low tones with cold eyes, he told tales of old flights and boat rides. Most nights, his audience applauded him; not really sure if these tales all belonged to him. Still, they went along with them, stuck on every word. Even though the stories were increasingly absurd. The people, undeterred, lived for the man’s stories, giving up their lives for vicarious glory. Some shaved off...
"In the Style of the Chapel"
Folded hands atop a bible, it’s my role. Psalms flow quick as the wine goes. When bells and chimes toll, bottles disappear and mass is spiteful. Brimstone’s my home, this tone they know, but they come, they go for tales from this tome, so… I speak the pages, reap the age when men ruled religion and freed the nation. Cause thought’s a burden, will’s the same, why not...
"False Step" Feat. The Mad Artist
You delight in my misery, dance upon my bleeding heart. You salt the hearth where love once bred. You mistake the seed for salt. Misery doesn’t delight the soul, It stands as the dance’s name. The dance? That blessed tango of reckless abandon? Sweet, merciful liar where have our love gone? The steps are second nature. Memories past call its elegance to block its name. Lover, I dance between...
"Tree Branch Dreamer"
Another time around the block. Stock look with book bag. Average student, not much to look at. He was hooked bad - mad for music. He lacked attunement. It was sad, but true. Kid had no knack for the path he moved. Jazz was smooth, blues proved equally slick. He would just sit and spin accompanies with the sticks. Off beat as he was, kid was elite in his mind, leading the times with sticks, leaves...
"Sum Of It All"
I put a little of my history in each association, ‘til my past is my present and I lose the strength to face it. The days I filled with anguish repeat until I trust… that the me I built today isn’t half the man I was. -Quill
"Luxuries of a Poor Poet"
I listened up, wide eyed and child-like ‘til my suspicions sunk. He spoke of whole visions from wishes he wants to give to us. Me and a friend of his. Then on a whim he said, “That’s about the gist of all of this, are you interested?” I fought a minute, recalling all he had mentioned then. A woman brought up on thought and hearts of lesser men. All eccentric with penchants...
Pride in Predictability.
I’m going to regularly update my blog. I’m back. For reals this time. Usually, I’ll post small poems I’ve written, as a way to keep the writing muscles in shape. Twice a week, though, I’ll post more in-depth poems to push myself, and hopefully entertain you all. That’s the plan.
"Fistful of Caviar"
He dreams of a 3-Piece with the shiny bottoms, Ivy League. Half these a crime spree got him. The other half, the school, takes a little more than force; and a little more than fourth from the registers in stores. He was stuck, petty cash couldn’t realize his passions - the books and the math and the friends and the classes. The end would be his past, he was growing up backwards, thinking...
"Makeshift Bus Stops"
Cold hands and warm smiles, we formed lines along the aisles. Each child was in the center so adults could block the winter snow. Kids didn’t know why they couldn’t go and sleep, but the orders of the lead were absolute to the team. Some would dream, but they were waking terrors. Brought on when they’d drift, loosely gripped by dazed parents. I noticed. But, I never said a word....
Put your tongue to your lips and light the flame to start it all. This game’s the only one we know and it’s a cinch to set it off. I get a call and it’s from you, the spark is halfway in existence. I speak powder to your blaze, a path straight to the resistance. You’re persistent with the stance, each word fans the flame, and my rebuttal only serves to add more ammo to the...
"Get a Way"
More credit cards than friendships. A life lived through bar codes. I party hard like you might do, but my wall’s up ‘til bar close. I file into my car alone. I start it up, and next to me… is a girl I can’t recall, but she’s half undressed and pressed to me. We drive off, I’m tipsy. Her hands roam and she kisses me. Switch the name and day’s date, but...
"Peace of a Whole"
Looking around, I can’t tell exactly what I’m meant to do, but half of me is calling out to tear my other half from you. Live is what I have to do, dead is how I’d rather be, and I’m too afraid to face either way and take responsibility. I’ll fake it, say I’m killing me or smile while I play with life, but I’ll never come first in anyone’s eyes-...
We’re both here, no fear, no hate, just love. Just us, in this room with insatiable lust. I face you and touch the swell of your hips. You say nothing, but I can tell you’re ready for this. I unwrap you, enraptured by the arch of your back, the feel of your skin, love, there’s nothing you lack. I take a step to your left, push you back by your hips… Give a quick lick to...
"A Few Drinks From Home"
There might be a little more to life than right now, but tonight I’m on the town with half a mind I plan to drown. Another round, a couple wings I’m gonna stuff into a napkin, this no “to-go” policy’s been looking for some action. I finish the deed, then clean my hands in my water… and see the sauce on the plate’s in the shape of our daughter. I wasted no...
“Why don’t you write…” It was a text from the woman that keeps me alive. I played with the question for a minute, then five. I’ll admit it this time, I couldn’t answer it then. But looking inside, there’s a cancer within. I can’t dance with my thoughts - footwork’s a mess. I can usurp the strays which aren’t causing the stress, and the...
Take the ocean, raise it and mount it in your house. Go and frame it then announce this to everyone you’ve found. Let them look at it’s beauty, touch the skin of the waves… Then watch each one of the bastards take shots at what you’ve made. They hate when you succeed, even breathe while we’re at it. It’s not the way the world was made, but hatred’s...
They were friends, a collective, that stretched thin their bonds. The beginning wasn’t wrong, but something happened later on. Wanting magic from the fabric that allowed the team to thrive, they each attacked the other til’ just one was left alive. The rewards didn’t pour like the lone survivor thought, and the core of why they fought didn’t justify the loss. All...
My son is in there! I rushed the sea of blankets where he slept. My heart dropped with every step, eyes locked upon the mess. I peeled the top away to knock astray the chill that took my spine, but my son’s face wasn’t there, and I was running out of time. A second quilt I’d never owned was tucked under the first, wrapped around a third and sapped my strength in quick bursts....
Let’s say you could choose what you see with, pick the eye or heart, even brain if you need it. Pain is no secret and change can cause the most, but the maze that causes those isn’t made to stop your road. Call it life, call it hell, call it something in between. If all is well, if all is right, then take a look at how you see. With the eye, view the shell, tell your peers about...
"A Noose Made of Moments"
They always say it gets easier with time… It gets easier to quit and contemplate on suicide. But who am I to attack the age old adage, that aged, old trap which goes and preys on sadness? I’m a rapist’s past hit, or a kidnap victim. I’m a fucked up orphan with no pot to piss in. I’m the cop that’s whisked in to solve these cases, or the one behind the crimes...
"Keep the High Road"
I like to think that I’m the best of eclectic, since everywhere I go I’m only halfway accepted. I’ve trekked in the back ways, found odd bits of knowledge, put my faith in a glass and drank deep from the goblet. The meat of the content was ice on my teeth, but goddamn… nothing never tasted so sweet. -Quill
Small somethings that mean everything.
I have 21 posts, not counting this one. It’s kind of a milestone for me. I’ve got procrastination issues, and they lead into a host of other problems, which makes not writing surprisingly easy. Even with all that, I’ve got 21 posts and a small team of amazing followers. That’s groovy. That’s damn groovy. So, thank you, everyone, for putting up with my work ethic that...
I'm Sending This One Out to You. Love, Me.
Dear You, How many times have I composed a message, to never see it sent, to put heart behind the text to have it overcome by sense? The line is thin, the one between logic and cowardice. It’s strange how they can both constrict and leave me powerless. That’s all it is. My silence is the sound of an excuse… So this, my apology, it goes out to you. Love, Me. -Quill
“Somehow…these shadows feel revealing.” I’m kneeling in the grass with the most ominous of feelings. I’ve gone through this for months, once a day, and I’m sure… Tonight will be the night my target fades to the obscure. Minutes pass and the moon marks my steel a pale gold. I go to move, but reel back when I feel the air’s cold. That’s fair,...
"A Page Short of Suicide"
She wrote everyday, the page count was long forgotten. There were songs & doctrines, small psalms she’d use to calm her problems. She was lost without them - every page held a way out. An escape made for her when certain days were on their way south. She’d flip a couple sheets, read, and wait for her mind… to give itself away to see the world between the lines. She was blind...
"There's Worse Than Ice Boxes"
I felt I could forget If I at least tried to start, but the fear left my mind, just to beat inside my heart. My organs kicked it back it forth, I felt it fly before it finished… where it dances in my chest at 60 beats per minute. -Quill
"Ink Persona - Rue"
There’s a gentle fog resting on the naturally obscure. It permeates my dreams, free to trap me with it’s curse. Be it fast, or at a lurch, It’s grasp is always first… to wrap around my thoughts just to saturate it’s thirst. I can feel it, it’s as though it’s all I’ve ever known, sinking deep inside my body like a love I’ve come to...
I want you near me… ‘til we can’t even speak without our words trading tongues. I want thoughts to dance between us til they waltz into one. I’d love nothing more than us, reflected in the other’s eye. But for now, leave me flowers, til the day that you, too, die. -Quill
"Half Day Horizon"
I hated journeys, but asked him which way was paradise. His pair of eyes roamed the skyline above the barren ice. He told me, coldly, I should prepare to die, then pointed right. I walked miles til sun was traded late for moon’s light. Soon, I could hardly see a few yards far from me. I stopped, pitched a tent and made food to start a feast- I never took a bite of it, didn’t have a...
The grass. I’m reminded each piece is a blade in name only… I run one across my throat in a state of disappointment. I can wish with all my heart for the sky to lay on me, but nature won’t collapse until the sun skips it’s deployment. The joy went dead when my vision hit star struck, my aura reminiscent of some common type bar slut. Our cuts were different, with our...
Listen Snow fell softly, the sky’s light acted as accent to make a white more pure than you could ever imagine. The scene was practiced - cue the fans, drop the flakes. Simulate a soothing land, raise the heat for spots of rain. This fake’s a piece of a doctor’s brain, it’s nature we thought to love… At the death of all it had with our memories of what it was. ...
"Recreate the Innocence"
“Excuse me, could you please move me like your brother did?” She’d ask that everyday, I’d play along just because of it. I hadn’t met the other kid she said was my sibling, but all of his scribblings had touched something in me. She kept his art near a rocking chair, besides that, the spot was bare. It looked like the boy had his tiny little office there. I thumbed...
The sky was worn thin, the clouds could barely hold it’s place. Most of us were cold enough to close our minds to it’s pain. It gained no life from our reign, we slowly murdered it… we ravaged earth a bit, then switched the place to get the worst of it. We’re the new disturbances, the universe’s version of torture merged with permanence. Since birth we’ve been...
"Give Us You."
Listen They were all weeds, broken leaves and bent stems. Every breeze that ever passed had the power to end them. They were fragile things, not the usual we’re used to… Boasting subtle beauty, leaves unusually useful. She noticed it and wrote a list. The gardener, her love was life, her focus, this. Her ardent soul hugged their vines, and broke the winds; offering a brief reprieve...
"Bad Night For Romance."
I’ve got two beers, both for me… tonight was bad for romance. Touching myself with cold hands, I think back on that slow dance. I had penguin-esque elegance, shuffled up with swoops and leans. She asked if I wanted sex. I said “no,” she moved to leave. I had to woo the thief. She stole my heart with one line. That, or, my bag bore a strong string of some wine. I can’t recall what drink it held,...
"5'8" Worth of Color"
Listen The pools of paint drank deep from her subconciousness, intoxicated by the sweet taste of every thought and wish. Calm and rich… it reflects all she’d never shown, and the heart of every color is a part of that girl’s soul. Gold can’t shine quite as bright as her black, the pride in her person does more than make sure of that. Her paints are the last piece that seals together who she is,...
Listen He watched the light, the way it cast an image of himself… without the kindness in his eyes or the love that he had felt. But the welts across his body didn’t copy to the shade, the darkness wasn’t burned and it’s body wasn’t maimed. The light had framed his wish across his mimics on the wall, every vicious act upon him as it never was at all. While he watched the silhouettes, he briefly...
Listen He won’t cry, but his words will. What’s worse, still, is they’ll spread pain til the world’s filled. The curse builds, til his pen dries and he’s forced to think about her, He sees all the grief and thinks that he should be without her. Each time, they fought until they couldn’t stand to be, and the beast of their dark souls clawed at their humanity. Every fight, every word, every thought...
"Am I Happy?"
Listen …and with his dying breath he had asked if he won the game, that misty eyed child, tired from his life of pain. His time was strained with many scenes deserving sympathies. It hurt worse in his dreams… all those burning memories. It had seemed that his life was a leaf near a kite. Waiting countless centuries to be freed in new heights. With a second dying breath, he repeated his question…...
Listen Speak about me, sing of how we used to be. The melody went beautifully til “we” became a “you” and “me.” Who could see the truth behind the lies we built our lyrics with? Time would tell our lives weren’t here to ever get to co-exist. Our method switched to cope with it, hope became the chorus. We faked our composition til the score became enormous. We wrote away the odes of fate that...
"Edge of the Broken"
Listen Mind, body, or soul; which would hurt the worst from lacerations? We’ll chat, debate it… dead end till it sets in we should attack and face it. The path is basic; slit the mind, feel the pain, record that and save it. Retry in free time with flesh and spirit, then track your favorite. Which pain’s the sharpest, what makes it hardest to live now? Plucking out your mind’s eye while nailing...