Sunday, September 4, 2011

Empty Spaces

I slept on the old broken couch
Cause the bed was just too big with out you
Your scent was still on the blanket
And the satin sheets reminded me of your skin
And I miss the feel of you against me
Like a quilt on a cold December night
And I miss the slow rise and fall of our chests
Like the lulling ebb and flow of the ocean
And I whispered to the darkness
Every thought that came to mind
As they were born within my heart
And the sweet nothings were lost
To the empty space where your photo use to be.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Runic Code

Each morning is set out in search
Of a fate I have yet to know
Wandering in the mountains of yesterday
Rambling, ranting, shouting, madly
Lost in a fortress of snow
All i have found thus far
Is that all I have left
Are handfuls of pipe dreams
And a half pack of smokes
Each day I find new meaning
In the caves where it is stowed
Alas its meaning is hidden
Written in bizarre runic code.

Powders & Poisons

I've been awake for days on end
Putting shit up my nose
Trying desperately to keep the anxiety at bay
Avoiding this nightmare you call life
Trying not to let the sadness in
But its everywhere I look
Its in everything I see
And when sleep finally comes
All I see are demons
Every time I close my eyes
It just stirs up white noise
Stirs up too many memories
Memories of Rhonda
Of Rhonda and myself
Of another time and place
Another life
But that life has dissipated
And now I am left with nothing
Left to fill the space you left
With powders and poisons
And now there's nothing left
And now I am nothing.