Suffocated by the weight of ages
Countless words stain countless pages
Emotional array
Signal scattered
Tower crashes
Babel soon to break
Crashing like waves upon the rocks
Death of definition
Meaning, all but lost
Tag Archives: Words
Derailed
One brief pause and then I’m back
Attention sometimes seems to lack
Attacked by small distractions
All the mundane things that pass hold some strange attraction
Detracting from my thoughts
A train that derails often isn’t worth as much
Just clutter on the tracks
Moving on in fits
Always seemingly held back
I’ve taken too much freight
There’s no way I can manage focus and this weight
Lifeless Boughs
The sky above is alive with flying clouds of color
Some might say I’m biased, but Autumn bests the Summer
Nothing holds a greater beauty
The poetry and despair of slumber’s colors blooming
Soon will come the cold
For now I’m basking in the warmth of orange, red, yellow bold
Truth told, we’re much like kin
Standing out the most before the fall takes us again
We then must start anew
Budding even after spending most the year subdued
Muted grays and tired browns
Waiting for the warmth to come and bring life to the boughs
Sudden
Nothing seems to come on slow
Suddenly, most things go
Coming out of shadows
How can so much surprise lay in waters shallow?
Callow in the ways
I drift through murky waters I can’t navigate
I never stray to shore
Land doesn’t carry
The current moves me forward
Sure, there’s less control
Life on this dark river takes the burden off your soul
The Stray
I often slip away and hide myself from life
Wandering so aimlessly, in and out of sight
No light to guide the way
Never anywhere for long
Ever called “The Stray”
Strolling deeply shaded allies
Always somewhere in between
Never a fixed address
Passing close, though rarely noticed
The life of a Wanderer is lonely, though not hopeless
Focus likes seclusion
I may be lost in my own world, but I hold no delusions
Ramble and Flow
The way the letters drag out, they create an ebb and flow
Drizzles of dark misery, rapids that erode
Chosen without care, changing like the weather
Changing like the face of Earth, for worse more oft than better
Fretting over details will never take me far
That’s why I let words spill out and leave them as they are
Scarred by piece of mind
The lines are near infectious, just because they’re mine
And I am a miser
Hoarding this great sickness
Knowledge, yet no wiser
Just tired, frail…
I could burst
I let out excess pressure on the page in form of verse
Unrehearsed and poorly structured
It’s not innovation
My attention greatly suffers
Sweet Tooth Curse (Ingesting Words)
I know the taste of bitter truth
It can’t be cleansed
It’s of no use
Sweet tooth curse
No curing me
Ever seeking words to eat
Getting more
Exceeding what I bargained for
Flavor out of question
Swallowing them whole cuts out all the guessing
Ingesting fact and fiction
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