Black and white Morse code
Between Venus and Mars
Quiet letters the night wrote,
Spoken words
forever foes of the dark.
Though this love's a pinprick glow
From light years away
I hope it's bright,
I hope it's beautiful where you are
Archive Dec'24
My eyes are full
My hands are scarred
My face is blank
My mind aches
My back burns
How long until the dam breaks?
How long can i keep holding on?
How long will i keep faking?
How long could i keep thinking?
How long until i relax?
Will it pour out ?
Will my grip give out?
Will i be able to smile?
Will it stay with me?
Will it the it extinguish?
I don’t know anymore…
There’s so much love in store
I don’t think straight no more
You’re the one I adore…
I don’t know anymore…
In my heart, I swore…
You’d never hurt me, but what for?
You kept score on me — I don’t want what’s on the floor
I am a shimmering shore
I am a river stone all the more
I’ll let my eyes pour
Forth water as I see you shut the door
Your eyes are a corridor
My lies lie awake like a tourist, going through a tour
I am a lion’s roar…but what for? What for?
My love for you is a war
My wings are sore as I soar
All the more, all the more
You tore up a love in store
Torn up and forlorn — you tore
Your way inside me, but you’re —
You’re my love boat, left ashore
My rain will surely pour…
As I left you my sword of gore
Explore…
Implore…
Your way out of here or…
I don’t mean to be a bore
I am not a phone ring to ignore
I just want you back here some more
But what for? What for? I’m but a snore…
Not your frosted, roasted s’more
I wore my welcome thin — I swore
I don’t know anymore,
But I know you to the core
• Loose-fitting clothes
• Socks with sandals
• The fashion police have solved 6 more scandals
Find myself horrified by
modernity
maybe I really am getting older
the words we say
those plastic smile
delinquents with too wide eyes
maybe all too well and I’ve
lost myself to it
the vodka no longer does
protest and the butter smooth
that doesn’t seem to mind the
hour of the day
asbestos mouth and flint stoned feet
with hands like a saw mill vice
if they let me rot I will
you never really get old till you start
cruching on asprin with
black coffe at 3am
not thats its what old people do
all ways just lead
further into the woods
I’m up I’m up I scream to
no one in particular
alarm clock is in pieces on the floor and
I’ll need to patch that dry
wall add it to the list
What do you see in my emaciated emerald eyes?
Idealism or someone lost in love and hatred
Birds eat my meat thrown on the clean floor
A death sentence has passed on my sick neck
Don't grind your teeth as you walk on my rotting body
My blood has become fertilizer for the roads of the raging seas
The breeze plays with our scattered hearts, then the calm of the nights
And your turbulent feelings as material for my disordered heart
The fingers of the gods are pointing at my brain, lying on the table
And the devils enjoy the smell of my guts in the bathtub
And there you see my hopes floating like a pure beast
where am I?
Why do you see me and embrace my soul after all that?
Your eardrum is dull, let's blow it
Or blew my heart after you research its place in the "home"
ICYMI
David J Walker
I
Tbh
There seems to be
a reason for it all
The call
for everything unexplained
explained
Icymi
It was a game
To await
The fate
Of one side
Or the other
Calling your name
IRL
II
In fact
They didn’t really
choose you at all
did they
Nor you them
Idc
The uneasy peace extends
18 years
But Iag
anyway
III
And btw
Thanks for the genetics
The DNA
Mechanics of
The blueprints of life
Now
I am tasked to
Overcome
And
pass along
some better
unfettered concern
as yet
Tbc
IV
YOLO
Preached father
YOLO
Preached Mother
YOLO
Preached the preacher
But
IDK
FOMO
Is a factor
Lmk
I don’t know
What dreams
We had
And the other
Night so sad
Idk why
I keep moving on
I keep up with spawn
I don’t know why
Idk why
She loves me
And says I’m so sweet
In the cheek
Who knew
Idk if I
Had the chance
I’d make it right
Idk
Where you are
But you’re in jail
I fear
And alls forgotten
And idk why
It was just
The day
He died
So on
It goes
And idk
What happens
At the end
Though I will
Be there again
I don’t know what
You came to realize
About us all
About you and knives
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