Only The Lonely

That long lasting love is fleeting,

as I hear my heart slow to a halt,

does love ever really die, 

or is it the secrets and lies that wretch it to a bloody pulp?

I used to believe in wanderlust, 

but have proven time and again,

that dreaming is for the weak.

I’m ready for the clean up crew to dust pan the broken pieces, 

and mop the blood drenched stage of my remains. 

Origination

Close your eyes and sip that tea,
pull that body close to me.

Know I'm thy's
what's mine is yours,
uncharted treasure to explore.

Our souls are lead by the eyes,
to witness life's wry sense of time.

Rush,
rushing,
rapt to the skies.

A thriftless end to a frivolous beginning.  

Credo

Tripping across the sea,
I wonder what treasures are in store for thee.

To serve and smile,
helps your might.

All the while,
you hope to blight.

Stop sticking to me.

For wicked ways
and candid days
lead to unbalanced brains
and julienne hearts.

I am no ones keeper,
so let me be.

Peace is what I seek.

This is thy decree.

Shriveled and Shrill

These flowers you've given,
have all but withered and wept.

Each red petal,
leaps off the stem,
reaching the end of its metamorphosis.

How do you expect us to survive,
when every time we bloom,
you cut us from the gut down?


No, I won't accept such gloomy gifts.

Instead, I'll keep them safe,
so I may plant them at your grave. 

To Trick

Tricksters have the innate ability to recognize themselves in others.

How else do you think I've survived as long as I have?

We all play a part, in the game of life.

Just make sure you're the cat not the mouse when it's all said and done.

Dark Heart

Temptation is the most powerful aphrodisiac known to man,
so why are we allowed free thought and speech?

That thirst of power and destruction creeps inside all of us,
devouring our dark parched hearts.

Just one look, will turn your ghastly soul to stone.

Run before you fall victim to the village of the damned.

Light has run its course.

It's time for the dark to reign.

Thirsty?

I am an emotional cutter.

I carry the knife with me in case of emergency.

Today, everything's going my way, so I decide to dig in to my flesh.

The blood courses from my veins like a black cherry icee machine.

I smile, of course, making certain that no one will let on to my devilish guise.

God save us all.

Sea Sick

The sun has set and I'm standing knee high to the roaring ocean.

The water is frigid and I can't stop shivering, yet I remain in place as a reminder that I'm a living breathing object.

For months now, I've felt like a robot, going through the motions of a happy marriage, a solemn heart, but I think this is it.

Realization.

I wade a little deeper, feeling the sharp pains of water fill up to my waste.

Extending my arms out, I lie them on top of the rocking water, begging that part of my brain to persuade me to turn back, but my legs are in motion.

The water fills to my chest, slowing my rapid heartbeat and cooling my lungs.

A bit of salt water splashes my face - a final plea to turn back.

Before I know it I'm floating effortlessly, pulled and pushed by the ocean gods.

I fight to keep the water from entering my body for as long as I can, but I'm no match for this beast.

My hollowed out body trembles in ecstasy and agony surrendering to the sea.

I wait for the light to fill me, but it doesn't come.

It's too late to turn back.

I am now one with the sea and it part of me.

Pink Tar

We are the pretty mess.

Twirling,
vomiting,
guile,
we pretend to be sane.

Join us if you dare.

We have pink first place ribbons,
and a lifetime of bruised egos.

Join us if you're willing.

Your soul will be covered in tar.

Love us if you can.

For we are the fearless warriors.

The bold and the broken.

A glittery goo of gaga and pugnacity.

 

Who Are You and What Do You Want From Me?

Little by little my mind is unraveling.

I'm seeing things that don't exist.

I'm touching door knobs before my hand even makes contact.

Perhaps it's my recreational LSD consumption.

I believe it's something much worse. 


I know in my bones I'm wrong for this world.

All those hallucinations and glimpses feel more real than anything has in my entire life.


Am I to become the mad hatter?

A whimsical joke to society.

Or perhaps the caretaker of the Overlook Hotel, driven to the brink of insanity, trying to free myself of this worlds make believe.


I feel my brain shift, as I sleep.

Every night a ghastly figure stands over me, breathing in my last breath.


Some would suggest it's the angel of death, but why visit now?

I've been praying for release since I was six years old.

Every morning became Groundhogs day as I awoke unscathed.


I can't help wonder the purpose of these lifeless bones.

To survive?

To learn?

To love?

All three can be checked, and yet the older I get, the more I feel tormented.


Envy is reserved for the souls quickly swiped from this plain.

Those who suffer no pain.

Those who elevate in the blink of an eye.

Those are truly the lucky ones. 






  

Do Your Best

Snickers at a glance,
can make the eyes dance,
toward an unfair,
implausible conclusion.

Slow your roll,
before it takes its toll,
and makes all logic malignant.

 

Dead Eyes

The twinkling light in her eyes slowly died over the years.

I noticed it the day we got married.

It was as if a snuffer was being held over the flame.

Each time it was about to be extinguished, the snuffer would disappear and leave well enough alone.


The moments in-between were far and few.

She began to withdraw from me.

Run from love.


It hurts the heart to see the one you love, agonize.

I tried everything to revitalize her, but once they let go, there's nothing more to do.


Drowning in that weightlessness, there's no resuscitation.  

Aches and Pains

Last night I ripped my heart directly from my body.

I fully expected it to stop beating, but to my surprise it drummed on.

Interested, I poked and prodded the organ with a push pin.

With every prick, it reacted violently, shielding itself from being pierced.

I took hold of the organ and squeezed it as tight as I could, but it's strength overpowered me.

I dropped it in the toilet and tried flushing it down, but it was too big to be refused.

Exhaustively, I placed the heart in a box and tried to go to sleep.

Its thumpa thumpa kept me up most of the night, so I wrapped the box up with my crispest wrapping paper and left it on your door step.

It's selfish to burden you with this responsibility, but you were the obvious choice.

This all started with you, and it's only fair that it remain with you, always and forever.

Love,

Drew

Trumped

That angry, putrid face is a thing of nightmares.

If only when I closed my eyes, there would be a sign of peace.

Rise

It's 4:30 AM and humid. The kind of humidity that makes your bones feel wet and your blood just below boiling.

I'm sitting on the porch, cooling my breaths and enjoying the quiet while most of the world is sleeping.

All my life I've been a loner. Content with climbing a tree to disappear or riding my bike to the ends of the earth, never to return.

I can't describe the feeling.

The urgency to exist without existing.

It's as if I've lived a hundred times over and am no more satisfied than the first time.

So I fill my day with meaningless activities.

Maybe this is what comes from those who stop dreaming.

My goals,
ambitions,
dreams...

They're just that.

As the sun rises, I retreat.

It's time the rest of the world begin their day.

Don't F*cking Look At Me

Dirty looks,
crooked books,
sly smiles,
and washed out lies.

These are a few of my unpleasant things...

Passive-aggressive,
stone cold stares.

Shivers,
dripping down the nape of my neck,
hardening the spine,
eventually laminating the veins in my legs.

I used to be fond of ones gaze,
until I got older,
and it fucked me into paralysis.  

If you build a wall like I did,
realize that no one will stop until it's burnt to the ground.

iSsue

Meddling
Madeline
Makes her own
Mess.

What for?
the others wonder.

Wicked
Ways

Work
Wonders for the

Wretched
Wormlike
Waiths
Who
Wait
Waywardly.

Head Rush

There's so much beauty in the world.

I often forget to stop and appreciate the little things.

Tonight's sunset has the most delicious pinks and oranges.

As a child I used to roll down a large grassy hill or twirl in circles to feel alive.

Tonight I think I'll reclaim that butterfly stomach, head rush. 
 

Seeing Red

Blood red lips,
and a broken lip stick case,
she's lost control,
devouring the weak.

The femme fatale scene has been played out before,
but she manages to flip it on its dick.

She's the needle hovering over the disc,
gently spraying her pheromone,
making you hot,
until you're too soft to stand. 

Her calling card is a cigarette stain,
lingering in a hot pink ash tray.

Punch drunk,
you'll never see her coming,
till she obliterates your mind,
never once initiating skin on skin.

Run, don't walk,
she's headed your way.

Footloose And Fancy Free

I cannot apologize for the distasteful decisions of my youth.

These decisions shaved off a piece of my innocence, and helped teach me the power of thought, words, and feelings.

Beautiful Heartache

Music is my lifeblood.

Sometimes it's a lyric,
a score,
the voice,
the pain,
the beauty,
most importantly the heartache.

It reminds me how beautiful life has been.

Slow Dancing With The Devil

I've stared into the eyes of the devil.

He promised me the world, if I'd just make my way into your inner circle.

Forbidden love and lust were promised, as long as I kept this to myself.

It's been six years and six days.

As the sixth hour approaches, I fear my favor will soon be called.

Face Crack

She had a laugh that drove nails into the skull.

Honestly, if I never heard her fucking shrill, dull voice again, I'd be perfectly content.

Have you ever met a person so vile and disgusting in manner, you've literally felt your skin try and hop off the bone before you can shake their hand?

If it's not the voice, it's the demeaning innocence she attempts to project to strangers.

You're a sloppy, no-nonsense trend hopping vagabond, looking for approval from those who don't know any better.

You can't manipulate a master manipulator. 

Wordsmith

It feels so good to put pen to pad,
project my broken spirit,
so my emotional mind can mend.

Living love,
can only be heard,
when pure intentions
make their mark.

To dwell on that which isn't meant to make sense,
is the darkest of holes one can fall down.

Don't succumb to the quicksand of lies and hate,
it's just waiting to swallow you whole. 

Here Comes The Sun

Despite all the self loathing and unrealistic expectations,
I make it through this dog shit existence by viewing the pink and tangerines of the sky,
right before the suns rise.