Monday, March 7, 2016

3/6/2016

It isn't funny dammit
engine turned feelings flying
like knives and acid through your heart

golden years melt away
shattering the only thing we have
philosophers and poets sing the song

a dirty, dirty word across the page
the crystals turning onward feel the pull
decisions left too long fill the lull
and give the empty victr'y over full

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

3/2/2016

CJ is the Jackal but You Don't Know What That Means

Oh yes cut it loose before it all falls apart
you're working the room and pleading for eyes
The game is over before the start
Doing it again, breaking your own heart

Cry beauty let it sink in
best friends with a metaphor
it begins again

You see blue, feel red, both always green
practice your lines in the mirror and bat them
begging sympathy, tragic, mirror preen
before long exeunt all, roll, cut, scene

Can't bring yourself to do it
though it's all you want in your soul
Outcry at your anthem, though you can't commit
eyes deceive, their fluttered lines acquit

Let's hear it for the divas who make the world go 'round
let's hear it for the cries that don't make a sound
let's hear it for the divas, primadonnas, so tightly wound
let's hear it for the one you hate to be around.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

3/1/2016

There was a woman forlorn
Who secretly filled them with scorn
She crept in the cracks
And withered their backs
And made them feel ancient and worn.

Monday, February 22, 2016

2/22/2016

Empty doorframe locked
Blocking happiness away.
Alohamora.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

2/21/2016

Pretense starts a task
Falters two months in, indeed
Powers through to truth.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Too many days to count

He hurt her bad, oh yeah he hurt her good
Didn't treat her the way he knew he should.
The city burns while love burns alight
And she doesn't know whether she should take flight.

Make it last, while the city burns,
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.

It sits unfinished and fears linger
That he could never quench the aging singer.
His heart ablaze with frenzied fire
Echoing, screaming with desire.

Make it last, while the city burns,
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

2/13/3016

Is someone getting the best of you?

-Foo Fighters