When I venture to speak your name,The word is uttered with spit.A sour taste of unforgotten blame,Tattooed with abundant regret. A name is said to reflect a person;In your case, I deem this the truth.An honest reflection, a candid reminder,Of my wasted, corrupted youth. To blame another for your transgressions,Is commonly labelled a sin.But my … Continue reading Let go
There's a house with no roof,On a street with no lights.A young man lives there,Aged beyond his years. He has a car with no engine,And sits on a seat with no belt.The car jumps forward,It roars, quietly. He passes cars with no drivers,And sings a song with no tune.His phone rings in his pocket,He answers, … Continue reading Aged Beyond His Years
Her face is cracked and Reflects her cold, broken heart. The world was not kind.
Oh, how I wish to replace the white filter,Pressed, firmly, between your lips,As your gentle hands craft the last cigarette of the day. To be stained by the dark shade of your cheap lipstick,If I am lucky, you will hold me too tight,For just a moment too long.The moisture will crack your skin with indignant … Continue reading The Crimson Filter