Drenched and Distorted

The rain won’t seem to stop falling here
And though I complain
I suppose it isn’t what’s stopping me
From seeing you

Perhaps it’s through these bedewed eyes
Or these grieving windows,
That I take this time to reflect –
Though the pane is rattling
Drenched and distorted

Suppose this rain could wash clean
Rather than chill our skin
And not flood the asphalt with dingy sweat
Wouldn’t that be so poetic?

Yet words aside
Things are as they are
This water has had many lives
Broken smaller then one could imagine
Lifted higher than ever before
And dropped
Sometimes I worry we’re doomed,
To a similar cycle

You’re my oxygen ripped free
Leaving me bitter and hazy
As if I might combust
But nothing feels worse
Than guilting you, over me

A wound only heals as it dries
And this goes for you
Yet every time the evening patters
It reminds me of what matters
I fear for the thunder of knowing it’s you



This Feeling

The red light buzzes above
It’s raining within the windshield
My brow is tight and raised
My eyes are damp and hazy
But I do not cry, for I can’t find the reason
Some reason to push over that edge
And have the tears wash this feeling away
Whatever that feeling might be
I need vindication
But I can’t find the excuse
I wish this all was not real
That somehow I could live in a fantasy
Where I’m strong,
The protagonist of my own life
I’d have something to make me special
Something to draw someone special
Morality on my skin
Plumes on my back
Being able to fly
But here I sit
Ambiguity welling
The light changes
People pass
But the feeling doesn’t



This loneliness affliction-
Do I desire for this position?
Or is this passive inhibition?

Is lonely how I want to be?
Or was it just necessity?
Is all this really part of me?

Or have a simply learned to cope?
And in routine, found my hope?



Perpetual nausea
As a body resists the pill
Long since dissolved
Slipped down throats
In the deceptive comfort of our dreams

For the world is a waking nightmare
Dark clouds in our eyes and minds
As well as in our glass
Some hopeless elixer
From and by snakes

Bitter life
Mother of toxicity
Be it through injection
Or fermentation
Of the mold grown beneath our skin



A writhing howl from the shore
It calls unending and unaddressed
Delivered to all in an unwilling yield
A shelling of pain and fury
First in frightful tenor
Then in piteous whine
At last a furious whimper
Lamentations more loathed than tormentor
With callous on eyes, never ears
Enduring the pain of another
Enduring the pain on themself


Man Kind

I wish that I could write of men
But I’m disenchanted with our case
A sorry tale of disgrace
Built up behind a brutish face

So stubborn in our discontent,
Poeticism never meant,
Except for something to repent
Deemed foolish by some lost event

The lyric is a potent thing
But only if you let it ring
So conflictive with everything
With male hands I’ve seen it wringed

Yet in this sight, I do not cry –
We live, we think, we love, we die
While all the men I know don’t try
To grasp their heart, and wonder why

So in women I can see a place
Exotic, in its tranquil face
Where human beauty is embraced
With joyous passions not defaced



Thin and pure, my apple core
Firm and fine and frugal
With raven gems
Unwavering stem
Yet victim to the futile

Loneliness can leave you lean
A bitter heart which needs for naught
But what you want shant be forgot
With joyous core never clean

Bind your friends in ruby robes
Communal carapace
Building out the sweetest flesh
With which you may protect
Your deepest root will not be lost
Within this dulcet cabinet

And as the age leaves just the core
Yourself, you’ll never forget
Your onxy seeds will greet the floor
Where you will blossom evermore