You Didn’t Ask

Pick out my easy flowing words

so you can crest above them,

sorting flourishes out

and dipping into the soul of my tongue

as it washes out your mouth

with it’s viable mix of clouded elegies 

and thinly-veiled secrets,

meek and mild-mannered

and frozen and melting, talkative

within the guise of silent omissions,

twirling my semantics

to put on a show,

nobody really wants to know 

about the vacancy still within me.


I searched for your soul

in the bottom of this sink.

I wished it all away,

for the pleasure and the power,

for the song of the freedom bird.

Made sense to leave the less

to find the more,

made sense to triumph over pain

and feel something new again.

Put foot in front of words

and intention will follow through,

silence in the night 

is truth waiting to be found.

Migration timely sound,

and finely tuned.

(via deeathxgrip)

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i’m scared because what if no one makes me feel the way you did.

You have the chance, if ever there was one, to begin again. Don’t waste it.
Franz Kafka, from Aphorisms (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via mooneyedandglowing)

Conversion Chart

Simple signs of fostered fate,

staring back at me in this room.

Ideals fought for in the ruins,

seeking shrapnel-songs to rebuild

a heart that’s been left alone, all along.

These voices temper the silence,

these thoughts run along the streets of mind

formerly ignored, so often avoided.

Time doesn’t kill, it just isolates.

Time doesn’t kill, it just redirects the growth,

patterns of a lost few steps

that make an untimely appearance.

Stand guard to keep stride,

hope in the heights and the gleam

of tomorrow’s new sun beckoning.

I don’t think we have to imagine it anymore, Mr. Sterling

I don’t think we have to imagine it anymore, Mr. Sterling

(via deeathxgrip)

I need someone who
Sees the fire in my eyes and
wants to play with it.
Haiku by l.s.f. (via goodniteowl)

(via goodniteowl)

Bright End of Nowhere
Matthew Good

This song hit a nerve with me tonight.