Hear me

You didn’t hear me, did you? My face started to shiver, the sky went dark as my hands started to quiver, thunder roared from the skies, my blood ran cold as an icy river

You don’t hear me, do you? I felt my mouth run dry, felt like years gone by since I felt the urge to cry, a single tear dropped from my eye, so much time wasted but yet I still try, you grab my hands, why do I still feel shy, I still love you, but should you ask, I would deny

You won’t hear me, will you? I finally resign, the skies open and the sun begins to shine, warm my blood once more, light the candles to my shrine, my body, my temple, perfect architecture of my design, I don’t need you to notice me, I’ll be just fine

Photo by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi

The Game of Love is rough

Why do you make me relive the memory, you know how deep it cuts, am I the sucker for punishment, since I set myself up for the punch

Should I have just walked away from you and tried to heal my heart all alone, or should I do what I really want to do and just cut you right back to the bone

My blood runs cold through a heart of stone, everytime that I pick up your phone, I still can’t believe, you chose to deceive, while still telling me I was the one

But somewhere deep I still care for you, there’s a flame there that I can not snuff, you broke all the rules, made us both the fools, left us scrambling for tools trying to fix this,

Gave you all my love, still was not enough, guess the game of love tends to get rough, but I’m thankful too, when it comes to you, just keep showing me how to be tough

Photo by Timur Weber

The Broken man

Quiet Friday afternoon, the sun will sure be setting soon, ground floor of a cheap motel, an empty man that’s just a shell

Car broke down, it’s somewhere stuck, a broken man down on his luck, all his life a punching bag, discarded like a torn up rag

Trying just to numb the pain, a loaded needle to a vein, he knows it’s not the way to deal, he just can’t cope with how he feels

Turns off the lights and goes to bed, demons dancing through his head, eyes shut he begins to pray, tomorrow brings a better day

Photo by JESSICA TICOZZELLI

Your game

You say that you love me, tell me why don’t I feel it, your actions paint a different picture, you try to conceal it

As long as the world sees such a happy pair, why would the world think I’m living in despair

Living in isolation, a cage crafted by me or you, are you the only one to blame, or am I responsible too

Looking back on every day, the things I have allowed, I danced to every tune you played, I tried to make you proud

So maybe it’s my fault aswell for playing your cruel game, but should I leave and not return, you’ll be the one to blame

Photo by RODNAE Productions

Phonophobia

Can’t gather my thoughts, all this noise is confounding, can’t think anymore, every sound just compounding, I make every effort to block it all out, but the Achilles moment is simply a SHOUT!

A Thud! And a Tick! And a Clap! With no beat, a BANG! And a Screech! Make my minds music sheet, I plug my own ears and clench my eyes firmly, a last-ditch effort for screams not to discern me

I find a quiet corner, my eyes starting to tear, I continue to suffer, Phonophobia

I can not be…

I can not be the only lonely soul drifting through existence, a face in the crowd with my head in the clouds, the persistence of distance consistent

I can not be the most hollow of hearts on a path traveled by so many, we walk side by side yet held hostage by pride, show contempt so contently I resent thee

I can not be the most morbid of minds in a world so full of sorrows, haunted by your death as you took your last breath, for tomorrows not promised just borrowed

A fools envy

Bear witness the fool, the unknowing, the unwise, masquerading before the masses, his smile, his disguise, not a soul knows his pain, not a soul sees his shame, he yearns for your smile, yet he knows not your name

Bear witness the Queen, high and mighty upon her throne, adored by the masses, yet her heart all alone, mesmerized by the Jester, his soul purpose her grin, her love of the fool tortures her from within

Bear witness the King, bold and strong like no other, unable to trust, not even his brother, he tosses and turns, unable to rest, he envies the fool, what a weight on his chest

Bear witness the masses, nameless faces in a crowd, not one hears the other, their laughter too loud, all wishing to be noticed by kings and by queens, we all wish to be fools, except the fool it seems.