Drawn Out
The world shakes
As the morning wakes
To a shattered fate
A mourning mate
The aftermath of lives past
Their tortured mind all but ash
Drawn out over static facts
A bed of nails and wax
A catch all tag for random ramblings of mine. Often consisting of poetry and internal commentary.
View All TagsThe world shakes
As the morning wakes
To a shattered fate
A mourning mate
The aftermath of lives past
Their tortured mind all but ash
Drawn out over static facts
A bed of nails and wax
Find me motion defined
A motion that shows its mind
Staying within lines predefined
Reactions by which life can bind
The world reeks of beautiful waste
Of stories told with volatile taste
A human mind seeks with haste
Each source of this rancid trace
Sunshine on a metal daisy
A pure form of life gone crazy
Metallic crystals of insanity
Structure built and straining
A shape captured vaguely
A world its bent on fixing
A burning man feels no pain, only fire
Pain has no meaning to those consumed
Fated to burn by the shadow lights desire
A torture of mind with body all but doomed
Warping moments surround my days
an hour lost to seconds in haze
forever lost amidst years of maze
seconds shatter frame by frame
Worry not dear traveler, your path is mutable. But your mind must be clear to find your way.
While time is short, your anxiety serves only to lengthen the the trail. Wait, breath, and decide on the steps you need. To fret over the distance in between is the opposite of required.
The very air reeks of rotting stone
in between tar and decrepit home
The heat but a memory lost and thrown
Every breath of wind a has a mind of its own
Sweat these tears of salt
The result of many years assault
Burn through bone breathing out
Everyday a rebound, a renewed bout
Forever living a fighting scout
The grand scale of such a place
Echos racing across this vast space
The empty sound betraying the shape
Drawn out dry while holding a great face
Standing tall and proud, facing the great escape