I used to love how he said my name. All I felt was pure, unimaginable joy. My name was made fun of often and I hated it. Until he came around and taught me to love my name, but not just my name. He taught me how to love myself as well. But now he's gone, left me, but not before treating me like shit. Now I hate my name again, but I hate yours even more…
There's fire in my system,
running through my blood.
My ice shield is melting.
And I can't stop it now.
Why is it all burning now?
Something simple to light the trail,
of gunpowder leading to my soul.
So here I sit, throwing my fit,
Of unadulterated fury at the sky.
I feel so mad, yet I feel so sad,
Confusing emotions, I cannot lie.
I can barely figure out what it is,
That's the strongest in my mind.
Unreasonable depression,
Unasked for anger all here, in me,
But it's a mess I can barely figure out.
A miscellany of my emotions.
It's a mess, I agree yes,
Of something that makes no sense.
But after this, I crave a bliss,
In contrast to feelings this intense.
I feel like a ticking time bomb,
But my timer is cracked now,
So here I sit, no idea when
I could ever explode.
Is this feeling I have now,
my final moments before I do so?
I don't know, is it all for show,
A ruse by my own mind?
But even here, with the end maybe near,
I have yet to meet a fate more kind.
For in such a state,
With an end so late-
Coming, here I wish,
That someone come,
And take away this numb,
feeling with the dish.
The dish, best served cold,
My breath I can no longer hold,
For revenge to release me,
From these cruel eternity.
Small town Kentucky sun and you with your hand resting gracefully on my chest. Lying on my back the coolness of the earth beneath me sooths my soul and lulls me away to dreams. you snuggle into me as I sleep and drift away into the nothingness that defines us.
Broken pieces fitting quietly together. The silence of the river flowing at our feet. And I am at peace with your breath against my flesh and your heart beat pulsing against me.
WAR
A cannon ball on a deadly mission
Ignite the gun powder
The hour is right
An angry rifle, aiming for a targets head
Pull the trigger
The opposite of compassion begs
Someone's father and brother and sister is dead
Waiting for a bullet to sink his tears
Many mothers and daughters and children are speared
The heat of sacrifice
Is between their legs
Someone's kindred and beloved and partner is held
Constantly tortured from life still death
Many wounded and forgotten in battle
Confess
It's better to be alive
Than to end up in hell
More cowards and inexperienced and hopeless survive
Left with the burden to tell the tale
Now hostile and bitter and drunk all the time
Episodes of disorder
Comes and go
So fragile and vulnerable and ready to die
Robbery and murder
The tickets they buy
Only few and so little are stable with grief
Flakes of battle
Blood as milk.