Salted Apples

A single apple, rounded and red

Bright as blood newly bled

Sliced into pieces, juicy and fresh

Soft and succulent as flesh

Too beauteous to consume

But it can’t forever loom

Why not try to defy time?

At least for a while pantomime

Create an illusion for yourself

To shelter the pain and loss in stealth

Sprinkle salt like magic, sleight of hand

Shed reality momentarily, find new land

Cheated the due process for a bit

But when will the inevitable hit?

The slices remain preserved, like new

But hours passed, it’s sat to stew

Take a bite now, as life shan’t wait

No matter mind in any state

The sweetness lingering but tainted

By the wish to keep restricted

The taste of salt now lingers along

With the intended sweet; did it belong?

Cannot tell if it was right or wrong done

But regret can’t rewind, only momentarily stun

Ultimate moment like the original one

Evades intention like a magician

Salt cheating the browning of loss

But eventually eaten or left for moss

Prediction of Addiction

The soft steps steady still

Uncertain of presence until

Met with the cold tips and warm fill

Then comes the melodious trill

From the first silent step

Is the walk of prediction

What promise to yourself kept?

Move straight to the addiction

As if possessed and unable to derail

Push away the constant nag

Continue and won’t go off the trail

Everything is under control, in the bag

Disregard warning of any means

Wanting so it will come

Who listens when you’re but a teen?

Acting deaf, mute, and dumb

Trekking along so unseen

Adults and kids overlap more than we deem

Still there lays arguments beefed and lean

The true hazard classified a dream

Knew of the drama

Knew of the pain

Knew of the trauma

And wished for the gain

Prediction of addiction proven and correct

Yet still always clueless in almost every sect

Sulfurous Soul

Smash of the platter

Screeching to a falter

Slamming against ground
Shouts all around

Scorn and upset

Sears the mind’s debt
Squalls erupt and fire
Screaming a tantrum dire

Scared of what is and has been
Sworn to thyself no more chagrin

Stopping upon realization

Shy of extreme over dramatization

Slowing the fury and rashness

Staring at it you confess

Sure apprehension

Sharp recognition

Stained reputation

Self aggravation

Soiled blanketed reality

Stance wavering yet

Shaken will and might

Stripped of bite and fight

Swiftly placed face to arm

Swallowing gasps of alarm

Smoldering droplets fall

Sliding down as you recall

Sneak a look behind your back

Streaming hot tears you once would lack

Stability smashed and crashed

Steady upheaval and now abashed

Similar to heated tears you want to stanch

Small dew drops cry upon a branch

Sun rising and drying the trees

Smile a bit and do as you please

Still you halt and wonder again

Sweetness comes though it wanes

Rusty Oil Rags

Wrestling and restless

Tossing and tumbling

Hands slip and loss of grip

Body come crumbling down

Head crashes flat and loud

Rendezvous with table corners

Jagged point stabbing pound

Instant assault and rebound

Rusty aromas paint the room

Metallic and gory

Splash and slash the skin

Scrape the skull

Shredding soft spots

Opening the floodgates

Bloody droplets mat the hairs

Follicles clinging tight and bound

Together in messes drying solid

Rags pressed on head

One new after yet another

Band-aids sticky and watered down

Would do naught but stick to the hair

And bring more tears and pain

A painful hurt that cannot be patched

So simply as an open first aid kit

Soaking up the liquid rust

Eating supernatural fluid rushes

These rusty oil rags tainted

These rusty oil rags dizzying

These rusty oil rags tear-inducing

These rusty oil rags tossed aside

These rusty oil rags hidden

These rusty oil rags secret

We cannot let it be found

We cannot let them know

We cannot let death win

We cannot let anger hunt

We cannot let fury attack

Instead these rusty oil rags must burn

Instead we light the evidence

Instead we inflame in turn

Instead we’re infernos in this instance

Instead these rusty oil rags will churn

Pitied, So Sorry

The shadows call

The devil’s choir summons

The whispers in his head

The constant pitying looks from the corners of their eyes

Sorry after sorry, apologies splayed

As if they mend broken hearts

As if they calm troubled souls

As if they tame the raging emotions

People think they can slip past on two-faced facades

Thinking he won’t see past their false comforting hold

Believing he won’t notice their imagined situations

Assuming he won’t realize their counterfeit sympathy

Wanting to please everyone is not an easy feat

Repenting seems much simpler

But it reaches a point

Where it all boils over icy

Where it all freezes over scorching

Where the dry rain no longer quenches hunger

Where common sense is questioned

Where societal norms are revealed under new light

Where common sense no longer seems right

Where something, just a little thing, snaps

Where insides jumble into a tangled mess

Where no change shows apparent outwardly

Preying off of self deceit and continuation of all he knows

Tilting from slight smiles to tortured silence

Laughing away people’s doubts

Internally searching and seeking and coming short of an answer

Time dulls the blade’s edge

Time weakens the claw’s pull

Time stifles the banshee’s wails

Time muddies memories unforgotten

But broken blades still cut

Soft clawing leaves marks

Whispered wails shrill eerily

And all the dirt and mud piled thick

Would not erase the lines of graffiti’d concrete underneath

The sane world he lived litters with altered comprehension

Explosive Renewal

Situation expected from the very start

Knew it was coming after your heart

Certain to appear, but when?

Guard dropped momentarily, and then

Blunt and honest; why drop clues?

Upfront and direct; why not if it’s true?

Striking at the heart bandaged from rips before

With sharp stabs that dull and then hit the core

Water collects at the rims

But with a hard swallow, dims

Knowing that it hurts others to see you cry

That they hate the sight of your tears, so you try

Achieving what has not ever before

You cry no more; what is wrong?

Nothing evokes those watery streaks

No matter what emotion from inside sneaks

Feeling everything and nothing simultaneously

All and none at the same time explosively

Confusion sets in, but naught else would

Lingering on not as it should

Emotions built up a firewall

To pick and choose from the ball

Of eternity at once, cluttered

Pounded together, yet still fluttered

Negativity held back

Trying to fill that spot you now lack

Channeling that pent-up anger to production

Channeling that happy relief to laughter

Sadness escapes past the guards for a moment

Brings a wrenching pain’s descent

But no tears fall, ability temporarily lost

Starting that day, emotions combined and crossed

Feeling so fake and surreal

From such control; what was the earlier appeal?

Drawing on emotions; simple crops to pick

Shutting away, pushing aside any painful kicks

Mentioned at all, throbbing pain

Seen at all, continues to strain

But knowing other’s happiness, lightened

A smile forms, rejuvenated and enlightened

An entire lifetime crammed in,

Into the short test of time therein

Closer than most others would ever, could ever, be

Reborn and reincarnated into a new you for the world to see

Test and Tears

If loving is such a crime

I will gladly do the time

Pass this test and the tears

Taking it on with no fears

Caught in the lie

Fearing plenty though I try

Not to succumb to giving up

Not merely some lovesick pup

Thrashed and beaten through this course

Roughly bashed in river’s force

The waters of love, patchy and cruel

But leading to beauty and life fuel

Nights in bed, mind conflicted

Mornings in hiding, feeling constricted

The waters of love and waters of pain

Flow together from the eyes they stain

But this test will be beaten

As I knew all along, victory then

All worthwhile through wait and ache

As it was for your and my sake

Times gone by so swiftly sly

Such a history in short span by

Knowing one like the other

That differences can’t smother

All so clear and linked

Each thought seems synced

Yet couldn’t be further apart

In everything other than thy heart

Such unusual beginnings start

Before even aware of such a part

Hurt for that of one elsewhere

In memory linked a pair

First and foremost such care

To the extents of despair

Still trudging persistently

Dreams crushed reviving lively

Planet Yesteryear

Confusion swirls around the mines

Of deepest dark in thoughts alike

Clap with the thunder booming quick

Sing with the rain as sad a song

Dream and perhaps you’ll awaken

Continue dreaming eyes open

Wide and glazed over searching still

Looking far for that last lone star

Liquid dew now condensing perched

Softly roughly upon the face

Green envy and greed consuming

Newborn from friends unfortunate

Pardoned to heaven luxury

Fake yet one cannot, will not, see

With sight blundered hesitation

Yearning for wishing for the sky

While sitting upon such clouds high

Stone cold, dead in the market

People plenty push past busy

Disregard your glare as eyes met

Hurting inside over nothing

Planet yesteryear haunting you

Fear showing through anger flashing

Jealous envy tears appearances false

Never enough for those you wish

For love they shower another

Falling in the hellhole hate

Bleeding a healing heart

True colors of a shattered soul

The crimson tears of bleeding skies

Drowning in the pain of promises lost

Singing that lachrymose lullaby

Of poison kisses and empty embraces

Requiring a placebo for the soul

But none comes to calm the storm

Naught arrives to wash away the numbness

Nothing can dust off the grains of sand

From the lonely beaches of planet yesteryear

Break Like a Doll

Barbie looks gone with the fantasy life

No more fairy tales, no more daydreams

Realities faced and harsher grown

Like thorns of a rose anew

Barely born yet biting scorn

Tearing through flesh smooth

Carving thy name in blood

Leaving behind scars of recollection

Shattered armor cracked and sliced

Hatchet crashing down

Caressing the porcelain skin so smooth

And a single look from the metal head

Shatters a break down the eye

In a path of human tears

Towards the chest ceramic

Unveiling an iced center eternal

The endless tomorrow of being dead

Trolling around, feet dragging behind

Bags under the eyes drawn on dark as ink

The spray painted base covered in detail

Each wrinkled line etched deeper

And more defined lay the result

Of endless tiredness and broken pieces

Which can make no amends and seeks no repair

Instead fall deeper into the toy box of despair

The games surrounding you

Swirl around your thoughts

Engulfing and digging in

In that confinement, dark and alone

Feelings in ashes, mentality forlorn

Emotions were toyed with

Each action entertainment

Was nothing real?

One can no longer tell

Arm comes ripping off

Leg bent at an awkward angle

Head twisted three sixty

Hair tangled and caught

Upon a hook dangling

Trapped in your own box

Steal My Tears

note: My friend, Emil, saw this and did an arrangement of it and wrote chords and turned it into a song: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=169034873120457&subj=534179660

Steal my tears away

Game’s too hard for me to play

Laying here tonight

Unable to sleep alright

My mind wanders far

Thoughts adrift to where you are

Heart rarely along

Cannot tell where we went wrong

All the pain and tears

Drowning further in my fears

Spinning out of reach

Walls that we can’t ever breach

Took up all my time

Tore apart my heart and mind

Was it false or true?

Unsure of what I should do

But for you I fought

You have never left my thoughts

Twenty-Four-Seven

Being with you was heaven

You – my other half

Together, we cry and laugh

That way we should stay

So don’t let me slip away