Folded papers

Day 1
Everything was perfect, there was no need for imagination

That could possibly steer us straight

Avoiding a landmark in history

A flower gloomed that very morning

What a tragedy

In an instance we were all saved

For everything we were or had done

It felt as though a baby picked up by their mother

Those arms were back holding us up

It's strange, the fools we are

How naive and deadly

From shoulders down I can feel it

just at the bottom of my neck

where my body becomes like every other body

In a few moments

A rough brick will be dragged across his heart

Leaving a scar and a mark

Of a previous question

Or collection

Of the empty mind

Or the empty world

Sometimes it's a blur

And sometimes it's not

But your tender bones

And your easy skin

They break constantly

And what flows tunes me

A cold walk home with a desolate dream

An old dusty book forgetting a theme

And all the same until the dirt beneath us breathes

And swallows us whole as the prey we are

We'll burn out like torches

Cheers to the future regrets

Leaving us nice and tender

Consistently waiting to break

The only window you break

Is the one that's broken

With a falling smile

And a fading frame

The only window you break

Is the one of sanity

Which you should have never looked in initially

Oh but poor paper in misery

We'll repeat our history

That we once almost missed

one thousand pictures and I can't get past the first

Crooked nights of pain and mislead anxiety

Feeling left out with a lack of propriety

Excess poems and rhymes to maintain hope and soul

Never prevails and your left out of control

The bishop took the queen and left the king all alone

But the queen left long before and the king didn't know

So get yourself out this maze of nostalgia

The best years are over and your breeding bacteria

Concentrate on the great or just on the loss

Many years back never thought of the cost

But waiting still patient for the next episode

The "been too long" and the crossing of the roads

But not the co-joint or straight to the point

Only the fading of a ripple to leave me crippled

With fingers fixed and palms broke

I await to reflect on the words you spoke

Its hard to think that whole lives have been lived before we were born

Procrastination has led to spiritual rewards

Never has a day lived without oxygen

Never was forever but now the covers blown

You left it all in pieces in a basket

Tattered flaws will get you in a casket

Everything is moving way to fast now

These feelings that I'm feeling are just so unappealing

I wish I could find an easy way out of here

But nothings on my mind until the timers up

Are you in your head?

The flowers that you pick smell that of nothing

Which leaves decisions unattended

I know that you're not offended

But the scars from part time jobs are wearing down now

An invention for prevention is out of the question

It's this fear and confusion

In which I spoke, an illusion

That withdrew your footprint on my tongue

You may have your charms but your luck is gone away

Another nail being dragged down my face

I know what I'm doing wrong

And yes, I knew it all along

4 stanzas 2 rhyme schemes and nothing else

If you truly wish

You can not exist

And take the life from your wrists

Dearly noted, and unmissed

Another infliction

From the prior competition

My better is my worse

At best and rehearsed

You may grow old

While your pockets bloom mold

And sooth your anxiety

With emotional variety

There will never be a winner

Only grudges and a sinner

And a pact to turn better

By writing a lovely letter

Desperate Silence

You know that spite is right

That's hidden amongst the thunder

Or at the bottom of an empty sea

The lights, they flicker on and off

As my drunk body cools off on the ground

Of this summer heat attacking my soft swollen body

Come take your gravity back

I'd rather be floating

The stars

They wait all day for you

Just so you can call them beautiful

I need nothing else of course

Except for what you promised me

Which was a curse

Assume what is not of your nature

And assimilate into a new process

In which guilt is hidden

And lungs are free

Don't point that anger at me

Ready for roulette

This ghost town is inhabited by the one soul I wish not to see