mask of friendship
worn too long
pied piper playing
a siren song
blindsided heart
shocked into beating
one mind pretending
two minds were meeting
lips without warning
struck like a snake
and the vulnerable fell
at the hands of a rake
there’s room at the Inn
the crime scene is hot
make the bed well
the mattress is shot
murder the memory
assasins are cheap
slaughter the dream
and bury it deep
cry phantom tears
master of charades
the guilty shan’t mourn
what it artfully slayed.
3 years agoarrested in some static state
just locked up
in a happy prison
surrounded by these pretty girls
these downtown girls
who know me (most of me) more than any one before
more than katherine ever did or could
and treat me like some prince of words
some jester, at least,
and that, for now, is fine with me/
if only i could put this pencil to paper
if only i could create something and own it entirely
not some banal song
some trite poem
some character who is really some thinly veiled version of me
with longer hair or an english accent or a broken home/
and this is my conundrum
devoid of freshness itself
like ryan
like rilke
like many greater men before me
braver men
more talented men
so how could i even compare?
with calloused fingertips that always start on G
and schoolboy poetry
like
” i love her so much that i fear one heart may not be enough”
and with a wallet so thin
and confidence so fleeting
relying on these tiny bursts
these explosions between midnight and five
a pensive volcano
spending the days sleeping in
then breaking my back to have a roof
playing along
enjoying the fact that they have no idea of this dangerous existentialist
dreaming away beside them/
do you know what you’re missing?
you’re lucky, i guess, if you do
me, i’m mostly happy here
in my galaxy
watching over you and taking notes
just trying to make some sense
but trapped today
not so sure
do i have to be sad to make this work?
3 years agoIf you can’t cure something is the only real option to endure the same? I’m starting to think it is and I would be a lot more settled in my mind if I accepted that there are some things I just can’t change so I may as well accept that fact and get on with living my life.
I need to feel happier in my skin. I need to feel more contented with what I have rather than keep striving for something that is elusive and out of reach and maybe only exists in my mind.
Hi Acheron,
so I am thinking..
Sometimes when we focus too hard and too long on one thing, it does not have the room to move or turn around or change -our grip and attention seizes it and then it becomes a constant in our lives. You can hold a single ball in the palm of your hand and it goes nowhere. Juggle a few colourful balls in the air and all of a sudden there is a chance for something interesting and unexpected to happen. \
Also, my mother always tells me, a rich life is not about how much or what you have, it’s about how little you need. I think as a society we have forgotten or don’t know how to find new happiness from things we already possess.
3 years ago(via francine)
You know I was just thinking earlier about all us broken people and how somewhere along the way some individual broke us to bits and we never got ourselves to fit back together again correctly. Theres a world of humpty dumpties out there, and I am one. I often think I was broken at birth, but it must have happened so early in life my own brain covered it up.
3 years ago“People who are having a love-sex relationship are continuously lying to each other because the very nature of the relationship demands that they do, because you have to make a love object of this person, which means that you editorialize about them. You cut out what you don’t want to see, you add this if it isn’t there. And so therefore you’re building a lie.”
