Insecurely Seeking
What is it that I see
Behind doomed eyes
A spark of callousness in me
For all I cannot love
Someone once said
My eyes were so sad
Don’t see tears
I see numbed visions of dreams
An isolated girl
Insecurely seeking
A way to survive
Life is just a ghost train
Picking up the dead
Wanted something
eternally beautiful
wanted to be
childish mind
tending to loose itself
wallowing in distant memories
only blooming once a year
just a dew drop on a blade of grass
trying so hard to last
can’t fall
can’t fall
Feathers
hopeless hope
faithless faith
baring all
for just one taste
poisons feel so good
slowly killing
cannot bare the ticking clock
once stood inside
controlling everything
the calendar turning pages
a business card
floating with leaves
desperate with mourning
for countless years of youth
tomorrow became yesterday
changing with each
feather that falls
from your wings
nightmares call
too soon
4:00 AM 4/3/04
(a little intoxicated)
Intellectual Wealth
my wounds are weeping
so gloriously
body sick with the
perversions of this
mimicked world
the poisons seeped
out of me
my body rejected them
knowing full well
the dangers they could perceive
someone saved me
helped me swim ashore
to burial ground
where I am now so fond
no more markings
this pen has lost its ink
you’re too inclined
to talk about yourself
too obsessed with
intellectual wealth
where do I begin?
Where do I fit in?
