Damnedeternally

Wounds heal, Chicks dig scars, And glory lasts forever. Its cliché, and superficially true; everyone loves a winner. I find myself internalizing these competitive sporting thoughts much more deeply as I allow my mind to grow through life. Being an armature athlete in a very small and extremely competitive town these phrases and many more were torturously branded in my conscious ego. From there they grew to all applicable aspects of life spawning shrewd arrogance iced with indecent ignorance. Often these described traits are incorrectly viewed as pride. Since first being bestowed unto me, these phrases have taught me what the naive teachers t

It washes over me, keeping me tepid. My flesh takes infinite comfort in the warmth as it wraps around my aching outstretched arms. The twinge is one of lost desire, reminding me of where I am…where I've been…where I may go. The solace entrancing my body travels with me, keeping me safe…maintaining my freedom and secluded desire. It is here on the highway that I find the most clarity in my apparently simple yet discreetly complicated life. With the dashes of radiant yellow notching by my satisfied feet I find my thoughts coming together in a complacent pattern as the simplistic design found on the Great Wall of China, or stored within the arc

To Be…. The pedals fall And the rose will wilt. The angels call And wash away the guilt. It's a brand new day With new evil to fight. She was whisked away, I didn't have the sight. I hear my future call The ending that must be. I try to stand tall Wishing I couldn't see. There's so little to say And so much to do. I think I need to pray. No one has a clue.

Floods The tears wash away with the flood of water spewing endlessly out of the shimmering showerhead. The water flows continuously through the frayed hair and down my creased face. As the stream flows over the chilling steal as it skews the frail reflection of a horrid expression. The insatiable waves of sound flutter off the dulled, chipped porcelain that my tired feet quiver on; the damned noise of the water drowns out the pathetic whimpering that mimic the sounds made by a weak runt whom was left behind so the stronger could better thrive. I stand there shivering under blistering water wondering. Why not? No one'd miss you. Don't sto

PIG!... You're lower than the scum beneath my toes. How could you? Why would you? Why me…oh god why? How could you trade in the depths of our love for a bath in the unholy cesspool of infidelity? What did I do? What didn't I do? FUCK YOU! How can I go on, I gave my life to you, I'm nothing without you. We were to live, die and be reborn together. Our souls were bound, or so I thought, they were all lies, you were all lies…I was a lie. You did everything you should, I gave you all I could. You did nothing wrong, they weren't lies then and they aren't now. People grow, people change; sometimes for the better…other times for the worse. I trul

Forever Beautiful The rays that reflect off the aged mirror bring to focus the awe-inspiring curves, shadows and finely chiseled lines that have kidnapped my essence and whisked it away to the depths of ecstasy for the latter part of five hell fought and iridescently immaculate decades. Nearly fifty years have passed since the first moment my shy and dreary eyes incased your timeless face and angelic body in the nadir of my tired and unrealized psyche; the times gone by are mere droplets from the infallible fountain of our love and the ages have yet to steal the beauty that your words carve into my imagination. With each year and every momen