Revelation

I yearn for songs that have not been written,
As I count minutes that have already passed.
While these hands attempt to compose thoughts,
I see truth exposed in a light too clear,
My pen fades out…
Tomorrow may never come.

a.l.c

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Flicker

Confusion in faint light
Burns bright
And I’m realizing
I’m so lost…
Trying to find
Me.

a.l.c

Spit it out

I’m the loneliest of lonely,
Thinking thoughts this dirty.
Ears scream, slick
Sounds of blades on skin,
A splitting headache,
Just more heartache.
Choking up the inside out,
Decaying demons slay with doubt.

a.l.c

Hell.o

Sadness you call to me again,
An old friend phoning home.
While it hurts my throat,
I still choke on hello
To greet you,
Desperate
To feel something
Saying “empathy”
In your luring tone,
In the way you say,
“I miss you.”

a.l.c

I miss you my friend

I miss when writing came easy,
When words flowed from my veins,
Falling into perfect lines,
Flowing into flawless sounds.

I miss when mind and body would meet,
When I could write as fast as my thoughts,
Pouring blues and reds to purple,
Painting pictures using only word.

I miss when my thoughts sung in tune with these hands…

a.l.c

Coma

I’m losing consciousness,
Getting stuck in motionless
Thoughts.

a.l.c

Mercurial

I feel the fight of survival,
A panic, a switch, a black out…
Back and forth opposites extremes.
I’m not two faced, I’m just confused,
Spasmodic frequencies leave me
Disconnected, broken up, it’s only feelings,
Lighten up, darken down,
I feel them both, a clashing pair.
I forget just who I am and where I’m at,
Because sometimes I feel the fight of survival
And
I have to remind myself that we’re not rivals.

a.l.c