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

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Grandiose Heartbeats


Grandiose heartbeats of the universe
Ebb and flow in reverse

My heart beats with the world
My heart weeps for the girl
With wise words on her chest

I pump misery
From the source
And let it spin around me
Acquaintances show remorse
But I dismiss it kindly

I’m burning bridges left and right
Toxic flames engulf my sight
Orange and Red
I paint the night
With gloom and doom
I think I might

Jump from this here balcony
You should’ve watched me closely
This magic trick
This sleight of hand
You thought my shield could withstand
More than all
And Better than
But I was just a lesser man
Just two legs
Two arms
Two hands
Tender feet
Palms and Plans
There was only one storm I was meant to weather
The light is growing bright and redder
Just a few more words
A few more letters
Farewell
To these good wishes
Somewhere 
We turned out better

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