The fragility of this civility
Is imperceptible
But it's getting to me
Inside my head
Dead thoughts begin to roam
Rabid dogs begin to foam
True intentions will be shown
Curling fists of fury
Tension spewing truly
Tendrils of frustration
Reach for excommunication
Apologies are now
Gone with the wind
Sorrys only work
Now & Then
But till the day comes
I will bide my time
Store my grudge in brine
Pretend to be just fine
Exhale
And stand in line
Underneath
My teeth will grit and grind
This smile I wear
Is the aggressor's sign
Unbeknownst to the target
Of this contentious rhyme
The obsessive mind
Can falsify kind
For as long as it takes
I will wait and pine
Here's a polite hello and wave
From my friendly neighbor
Unknowingly accepted
From their next door traitor
Journal
Insomniac's Journal
Words birthed in the internal
His subconscious' dunk-tank
These words remained unranked
Articulate the contemplations
Of these waking frustrations
Pen in hand
Sleep be damned
These are the greatest thoughts in the land
But why do they come at 4 in the morning
Must write them down
And heed the warning
His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes
If only he knew what was at stake
Words, Words, and more still left to come
Cannot stop till he sees the sun
Sunken eyes
Blood shot red
Sleep finally comes to the walking dead
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Leaving
My sanity is a pacifist
He doesn't get involved with reality
For fear he might be at risk
I'm headed out the door tonight
I've hit rock bottom
But never great heights
I've missed the target
Because I never fired a round
I'll play myself out now
Just wait for the sound
Farewell to those who knew me best
And good riddance to the rest
Out for breakfast
Out for lunch
Out for dinner
I have finally left the nest
Out for good
Out for God
I can't be forgiven
Do not spare the rod
My features hide under this darkened hood
Out for now or forever
Like Thoreau I went walking in the woods
He doesn't get involved with reality
For fear he might be at risk
I'm headed out the door tonight
I've hit rock bottom
But never great heights
I've missed the target
Because I never fired a round
I'll play myself out now
Just wait for the sound
Farewell to those who knew me best
And good riddance to the rest
Out for breakfast
Out for lunch
Out for dinner
I have finally left the nest
Out for good
Out for God
I can't be forgiven
Do not spare the rod
My features hide under this darkened hood
Out for now or forever
Like Thoreau I went walking in the woods
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