Mired

I'm a catalyst slipping through
The permeable skin of your thoughts
Novice increment of the new one's
They wash away my existence
Waves constantly disintegrating the stone
Now I'm sand, I look pale but look
Closely, I'm interesting and colorful.

A kite that flies miserly and shy
Yet it takes a flight to make you try
Now I morph, where are the strings
Make me, Use me, mold me, love me
Don't feel guilty, I've lost enough, kill me
The change is mine to make or take
Keep my heart beating for your's sake.

Pumping through the veins I spike
I'm a part of your organic matter
Think of me, feel my disposition, no blunder
Buzzing through your ears, I'm euphony
Remember me, once you bared the soul
I did the same, maybe a divergent goal
As you set the fire and lose the footing
In the boggy quagmire, I sing
Buried. Buried forever.

Bore Spirit & Stoic Den

My heart reeks of selective compassion
A grey charcoal laden heftiness
paves the path, singular choice in selection
Scentless thoughts, monochrome voice
Reckoning occluded, I hear no noise.

Petrified of these new beings, they entice,
Read my limpid soul, the period is a bliss
Sudden realization of a veil crossed
Oh now they are an apparition,
hands disappear, they overcome me
And move on.

I stay, I hope, I return, I bore
Cardinal sin of disinterest I tore
A moment of benign feelings expressed
They don't prefer pervasive honesty
This inexplicable need for love
It is a weakness I'm told, hold it
inside, anomalous those who show it.

Now the sand glass is drained and split
Time is thrown out of the stained window
We are abstained, gagged and frozen
Living a sadist fantasy, sad and sullen
I tell them to not stop feeling and show
A dour place where pent up rivers flow.

Afraid of their naked self in the open
Self preservation only in this stoic den
It all combines, is it a crime to be doting
Convoking the kindred spirits, few flying
into the wild, only they will not ignore
As I perceive sometimes, I'm a door or a bore.

The Boy Who Stopped.

Once upon a time, a boy lived
Beseiged by concrete walls
Putrid smell of wasteful thoughts
Fouled the air he breathed

He was alone with metal boxes
No pets, no people, only longing
To feign importance to his prime
He concocted tales of unabashed rhyme

His malaise was deemed uncurable
An illness of magnanimous scale
Medicines were futile against heart
A heart brimming up with loneliness

How to get close to a distance
Which no love could cross
Naked he felt, a virgin in feeling again
Crevices in skin oozing the sickness

It's all in the head and yes it's real
Bottle with no inhibition mapped
Quick succession, a foregone trap
He saw someone, always out of reach
A hand to touch only in dreams

Mother, he missed in his routine tales
Father, he ashamed all his life
A sense of closeness, a silk veil
Now he is fond of the black drop
It melts the baggage and hides him

A mask of tranquility, a featureless face
Now he walks freely, with a smile
Rancid thoughts his heart ogles, still
Trust no one but long for their words

Never tell them, destroy yourself
Told you! Hah! No one gives a fuck
He still gave himself, played all in
His cards though never made the play

Never in history could he be remembered
Not significant, so loved by the others
But one love he could never find
Was the one for himself

No one told him otherwise to assume
Now he sleeps and dreams
Of vacant spaces and empty chairs
Now he wants loneliness

His only loyal friend, a dive, a shot
Now no laughter, no tears, no surprises
It's dark. Born and Raised.
Finally he stopped talking.