PendulumA Poem by tekphobikSwing back and forthIf I close my eyes and listen to the ringing in my ear Silently mouthing prayers to empty space about how Life is taking it too easy on me, and there's nothing Nothing that bothers, and nothing that inspires, and Just a lot of f*****g void in my head, that empty space I keep repeating stories like prayers about living now A-days, a-ways, and then, I can, there is, and forever But that scratching in my ear rings a true crystal sound Of how I have nothing in sight, no true fight, by right Just an empty space with a ghost whisper and dreams I forgot how to imagine
So close your eyes my boy, it will all be over soon, Is that a suicide note I've written, or just a love letter About how I wish and hope, how I fear and dread All the little days gone by that should fill my paltry page Leaving me wondering on how exactly one flies sober While I wait on a plane crash to save my life from me Writing desperate love-suicide pacts
in blood cliches for Any girl who'll listen - though mine's in the next room All that time spent with a big weeping love letter by Your pens and pillows next to the pendulums you fear When suicide notes feel better
Hold this breath for a minute and try to clear my head All clear ahead, but that's the problem when you want When you need, something meaningful to invade life Full of everything you've never wanted but somehow You attract the problems you want to have but never The wisdom you desire, nor the solution to fix a head Strapped onto shoulders trying hard to push over Atlas, - Now there's a problem worth wanting on your mind, When you're clear to fret about any weight in the world Why not take on the weight of the world and push ahead Not that anyone appreciates him
God damn that clock reminding me some day I die, Not that there's fear here, not of any scythes coming, But there's definitely something grinding the gears Screaming about some purpose about some purposes, Overcoming fears and picking up blades to swing Falling man over wheat, an institution over bricks Welcome Mr. Grimm and all his hands erasing fear Running bones along skin to quick-fire the soul Through a pane of glass so it gets cuts by the scythe Deep enough to ingrain, shallow enough to recover But scarred enough to exhibit © 2011 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on December 24, 2011 Last Updated on December 30, 2011 AuthortekphobikRed Deer, Alberta, CanadaAboutI live for the words. Artistry is taking pieces of your soul out and throwing them against a wall to make someone else feel something or experience some sort of insight. It's the only thing worth li.. more..Writing
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