Down And Gone

Conquest for commanding's sake.
From then we drank of putrid mistakes.
Radiating out to call a father.
Taking an aim.
Firing.
Not her.
Cripple a leg, lose an eye.
Fight the good fight.
Fight til you die.
Cryptic picks of loosening lips.
Rebuilding a life amid harbored ships.

Cold and Confident

Final exams and icy roads. Every year that I have been in college it has snowed or iced over in the middle of finals week of the fall semester. I know it's not that weird but it never really starts to even get cold until finals week. I mean, it was 70 degrees last week and now the roads are frozen! Thank you, Oklahoma, for the lovely craziness you give us in our final weeks of torture. We all really appreciate it....

Summer's Fall, Winter's Spring

In it all I worked and labored to gain sight

I went to the car, sat in newborn light
Dread for hours I should be gone
Finish this up, fly through dawn
It kept me stable but left me lifeless
Those around bore my witness
Three returns later I fell into loss
The emotional strain was too much a cost
Slowing soon gave me back an eye
Forever I walk, to this I die

Turn A

Baby divide

Maybe we fall
Tonight we torture
Slightly secure
Join into days
Mourn separate ways
Caress the time
Best will hide
Court the reflex
Short in digest
Stride out
Find wrong
Different futures
Singular song

Moderation, Please

Why do I find myself lost in this situation, searching for ornamentations? It’s losing inside that I despise, falling short and embracing a worthless demise. Hold me together by the edge of my will. I understand that nothing is coming in spite of my everlastingly stubborn hope. Forging again some endless ties, fighting against leaking spies. Don’t attempt to abandon the post; I won't hold down the fort even in using everything I own. My time is wasted and more often, now, forgotten. I need to step onward lest I betray the words, the knowledge lent to me from those around. Where would I carry on if I could break a moment out of myself? Move away and examine the body inch-by-inch, day-by-day, flame-by-flame. The paper rain will always tear into my soul forever leaving me bloodless and wretched cold. I fall for foreign ties and lose my mind when I can see where I need to be. Mere words on a page birth tears in my heart sharing in a future that I am taking apart. I tangle myself with threads of certainty sewn into defiance. I look away, giving an ear to blackness, throwing out subtleties with an anti-delivery of intent. A mile, a yard, an inch away life will change. I yearn for this chance and I want the freshness to heal my bones, refuel my core and leave me helpless within the surrounding danger. Uninhibited and nonsubtle. Passionate and obsessive. Where will this lead? I haven’t a clue to tell. Why do I need? A mysterious something inside me dwells. Who will I plead? Losing my sight, locked in hell.