Poetry is provocative words with meaning

Poetry is  provocative words with meaning
 

The three things I would tell you if I could 

Sorry I failed you sweetie 

Fate twisted me so, 

Hearing faint sounds of radio, 

If only disdain was not pity

For if I could change I would write your name in Graffiti, 

Pleading the world t see you as a pharaoh, 

You aim at my head with a crossbow 

A book took hold of you gun in hand, 

Tore you like a lion would its princess

I put pleasure before you, 

I can not hold your hand as its gone, 

I let drugs make me skinless,

If only you knew, I would change for you. 

Spiraling Love 

 

Spiraling down, 

whirlwinds gushing through an open wound

Vortex of pain, agony, sustenance, survival,

Aches as it tears within, 

I ponder why we fall in love? 

Desire just an ache

Desire just a fluke 

I can't understand the guilt of being 

in love with desire 

in love with a fluke 

I ponder why I can't tell you the happy news

I'm in love with the ache

in love with the tears

Desire to addiction 

Desire to pleasure

We seek out 

what we can't have 

and if I can't have you 

I won't be pleading for my life 

to end 

Whirlwinds gushing in an open wound

Its all spiraling down in this beneficial love affair. 

Whispers of Death 

           

If it end tommorow 

there wouldn't be a single shred of doubt 

worry 

Moments shredded into abyss 

forgotten within the ending of our story 

Do we freeze when we see it?

Do we crawl for the light?

Do we jump into raging fire?

Brakes squeak

seconds twist from your body 

A twig strike through 

Did you manage to finish that text?

Did you forget to tell someone you love them?

Forget the never ending sorry's?

Is there guilt strewn within your head

as you forget the one's who gave a damn,

forget the people who only pretended to be there?

Quality always comes 

before quantity, 

Will people show up at your funeral?

     

I always found your abrasiveness to be ,

a massive problem with us

you care only about you,

Checking facebook, constantly having people around you,

doesn’t the noise tear you?

doesn’t all the noise blind you?

But alas, if it all ends tomorrow ,

I’ll remember the little you cared,

A single shred of worry

will caress my back as I walk away from

A decorated coffin.