You

You did not fathom

My existence

You laughed at my wonder

Made an attempt to apprehend me

With an insolent eye

My intake of air

Did not deter

Your attempt to decieve

My silly need

For you

And that which

Lays outside my

Infintismal reach

 

 

 

 

Map

The weary traveler

Came to me cotton-mouthed and hungered

Asking for the map

I gave him sustenance

Nothing more

He asked me to reconsider

Pleaded his case

Said he needed the diagram

To get to his destination

I hesitated knowing

He knew not what he was seeking

Yet his eyes, the beseeching gleam

I could not resist

And I produced the coveted sketch

His fingers clutched it longingly

Making me feel at the moment

I had chosen befittingly

He left to continue on his quest

I decorously felt noble on his leave

And continued about my daily routine

Only to have the fowl who delivers word

Drop the memoir of his voyages

Which contained his confession

Of the loss of that which he sought

His destination was never realized

He was lost along the way

When he failed to note

All the road signs

I had left

Silly wayfarer

Even more ludicrous

Me

Despite — Scribblings of a Mad Mind

I break and fail, my heart shrinking under the pressure. I am shredded with no rest to rebuild. Yet, I want more, not for the pain, but for the after. For the eventual growth that will occur from the many shavings that I am reduced to. I cannot wait until my being has reached a […]

via Despite — Scribblings of a Mad Mind

Violent

This savage feeling for you

Homicidal

Murderous

Passionate

Uncontrollable

Desperate

Disturbed

Riotous

Driving me mad

Making me incoherent

This thing I feel

This is violent

Taboo

Forbidden and disproved

That is what the google search says

About us

Disapproved, unmentionable, prohibited

Are we unthinkable?

I shall close my eyes

Ignore the words

Only feel

When we finally touch I shall know

Appreciate, comprehend, perceive

You

If only for a breath

A moment

That crack in eternity

When you feel

Me

 

 

 

Foreign

These word of imprudence

That assault my sentient heart

It cannot fathom your antipodal sounds

Emanating slowly in an exquisite shower

Into my fathomless observation

Rendering me useless and diminutive

Changing me, a metamorphosis

An affliction not carried by anyone

Except the version of me

Who invariably acquiesces

To your adversarial articulation

Of these foreign words

 

 

 

 

Promise

Your word

Your asseverations

Things you say construe

Your profession of

You

Your bequest to those

Who are not me

For when you offer me

Your declarations

Of assurance and delectation

These vowels and consonants

Fall from your delusive lips

Like rain on a stormy day

Into my fatuous ear

Only to be disproved

When I realize my witless

Belief

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