I woke up at 2:20AM with a sudden urge.
It was strange. I'd never had this in 2 years. I felt the urge to write.
So here are a couple of poems I've written in the last 2 hours. Enjoy.
IS IT OKAY TO LAUGH YET?
First you were a part of it,
Pushing the limits.
You idolized the cutting edge out of me.
You dove into pure ripped pleasure.
You descended into evil,
My passion.
The voice you never heard,
All sugar and no spice.
Chiseled and ripped,
It became a part of you.
You connected the civilized
steel nerves to the elements of my style.
Then...
You died.
Is it okay to laugh yet?
Scissors and Shears
Yes, you are the type.
The razor sharp dreamer.
The outrageous beast who repels comfort.
You are cool and shiny.
But those are accessories to pump up your look.
Then your contributing words strikes,
Slicing away my heart.
The burning sensation reigns
And I cannot escape to tomorrow's address,
which is the only antidote.
Now the only way to heal
is to slip into deep sleep
And vision a life that will never be embraceable again.
If Only
If only I could stop looking at myself in this mirror.
The reflection is fake, a pseudo apparition.
The sullen look of loneliness,
The obvious pain of misery,
And the desire to be something else.
If only I could be honest,
To heal my heart & soul -
To clean myself out of this life,
To regain all that has been lost,
To have the ability to morph.
If only I could change,
The whole dark side of me -
To renew myself,
To progress into something better,
To try a new life.
If only...
