Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Feeling

Feeling nothing but a mouth full of gratitude
Slipping through the fingers of the shadow
Sitting in the moonlight, stargazing
Imagining a life I could never lead
Kissing the lips of a phantom
Feeling so completely twisted
My friends keep insisting
That love is worth discovering
Falling into sleep
I keep seeing the face of an unknown love
Walking along the autumn path
Trying to clear my head
Breathing in the crisp cool air
Staring at the crimson trees
Thinking things through
All the way through into the afternoon
Fighting feelings of insecurity
Slowly fading into obscurity
Living, though half alive
Holding on to hope
Til the sands of time are emptied.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Nyx

Tongue-tied, trying to make the best out of a bad situation
You called just to say you've had enough of me
Tongue-tied, I didn't know what to say
I didn't know how to respond to your despondent misbehavior
Distraught, distracted with thoughts no longer relevant
Sitting in dissonance--starry eyed innocence
Tongue-tied, my heart it died
It fell into the hands of Nyx & thrown into the river Styx.

Shadow Man

Despondent
Non-insistent
Always constant
Venturing down empty corridors of broken promises
The vague disarray of figures running to & fro leave me bewildered
Sinking under silken thunder running my fingers through the air
Trying not to stare into the carnal eyes of uncertainty
The certainty leaves me broken in the hands of the shadow man
When I act like this, like I'm above it all I fall further into the abyss
Further into the shadow lying in my bed
Despondent
Self-sufficient
Always constant
I venture down empty corridors of hollow promises
Sinking further into the hands of the shadow man.

The Floor

Open the door
Hit the floor
If you want to be together
Than hit the floor
I have a tendency not to make things easy
If you want me walk through the open door
Something's changed, I can smell it in the air
Is it the weather or do I care?
If you want us to be together than prepare to hit the floor
I have a tendency not to make life easy, or so I'm told
Love, don't cry
These are just the basics I 'm telling you
Before we go any further prepare to hit the floor
For in time we're bound to end up on the floor together.

More Deserving

What you're asking is more than I can give
What you deserve is more than I can muster
You're an amazing guy with a sense of humor like no other
You can brighten the darkest of days with just a smile
What you're needing is more than I can bear
I can't stand to see you falter on my account
I don't wish to be a hindrance to your joyful disposition
What you're asking is more than I can give
What you deserve is more than I can bear
So reluctantly I let you go
In the name of love I set you free
Into the hands of a more deserving man.

Hollow

Reaching out to me in the dark
Trying your best to save me from myself
Calling out to me in hopes of turning things around
Captive to the thunder taken over by my blunder
Reaching out to me in the dark
You keep calling like a lark
Trying to leave me with a spark of hope
Left on an island unto myself
Venturing further from sanity--not enough to kill me, but enough to remove all sense of clarity
Reaching out to me from the dark
I feel the shadow sinking in
I feel the knife pushing deeper in my chest
Left broken in the comfort of the dark
I reach to an invisible hand & find myself to be nothing but a hollow man.

Scrutiny

Standing in the dark, hiding in closets of despair
Trying to quiet the chaos running rampant in my head
Dealing with demon's I've kept under lock & key
Sitting, kneeling in the closet crying for no particular reason
I can think of no better reason to runaway than trying to outrun a crooked past
Afraid of getting too close, of letting someone in
A monster when exposed to the moonlight
I cringe at the thought of being understood & accepted
I shrink away at the thought of letting my defenses down
Afraid of letting the light touch my skin
Content with hiding in shadows, I won't allow myself to feel relief from the scrutiny of the world.