A Ride On The Other Side
A Ride On The Other Side
It all started just last Thursday when I arose from my bed.
I stumbled my way downstairs, and I was rushing to the door;
Tripping over my thoughts, confusion began to swirl in my head.
As it continued its path, I watched the rainbow consume my floor.
I stared through the prism, and there stood an unknown man.
He mentioned he was known to people as Mister Roy G. Biv.
Fear rushed through me when he said that he was my biggest fan,
The Bank Job
The doors were locked; no escapes.
Everyone was crowded together
in huddled balls of fear.
A father of two was confused;
a newly wed wife waited,
both hoped to see their children again.
The classic clinging and clatter
of everyday business had
turned to silence. The sweet scent
of dead presidents was fresh in the air.
The familiar taste of sweat
dripped along the robber’s lips.
His uneasy finger quivered
over the trigger, and they asked themselves
Chapter 2
It was only just the other day that Kara and her boyfriend of nearly a year and a half were sitting in the hall waiting for class to start. They decided back in high school that they wanted to try going to the same college, and it actually ended up working out for them. They both were able to get into programs that they wanted, and they even managed to set their schedule up so that they could have class together.
Semi-Automatic Disposition
I feel all of the anguish
And know it will persevere
My pain soaks the floor
Scarlet stains begin to appear
It feels so comfortable
How it sits in my hand
Never been here before
In this unfamiliar land
I see the reflection of myself
Through the lonely barrel
And by my own choice
I accept an all new peril
No need to worry about me now
I’ve found my new best friend
I’ll gently pull the trigger
And put everything to an end
Circumcision
It’s time to find my right of passage
To finally be recognized
Finish off this initiation
And let my life metastasize
But neonatal arguments are surrounded
By controversy
And an anesthetized dream is wrapped
In a guarantee
Every night I scratch at the veins
Trying to see if anything remains
Except I can’t fill the void
Of what I have became
Now I can’t go back to yesterday
So I’ll head into tomorrow
Story-Lined Walls
Entering a dank and dismal abyss
Goes against the classic paradigm.
I awaken the monster found within
And find what’s stolen from inside.
A new world is born of confinement.
Locked inside a realm of insecurity -
Walls lined with stories of those before
Me, who never had the chance to see
Such contagious cold consuming them.
And now I stand, subtly stark and alone
While apprehension quickly recedes
Behind two stones known as tombstones.
Typewriter
The typewriter stares me in the face. A smirk rips at my lips ever so subtly. Every key is slightly out of place. No words are spoken between us. No thinking. No typing. No clicking. No clacking. Only silence as the fading memories burn away…page…by page…by page. Inhale. Inhale my carcinogenic addiction that leaves me always wanting more, craving to let the pen bleed: a classic tradition. Tasting last night’s meal with my best friend. His name was Jack, and I killed him. Exhale. Exhale a white wisp of smoke to cloud my vision, my mind.
Carnage
Walking through the door, he is welcomed
By a cozy, yet unfamiliar, embrace .
Her teeth slice into his innocent flesh
Sadistically and grind through the crimson
Carnage. She's ravenous, beady-eyed,
And vicious like the raven that stalks.
This violence begins to seep through
His veins, permeating through such soft skin.
What is it that drives this beast?
Is it hunger and anger? Thirst and wrath?
Unaware of such malice she has caused,
He now lies motionless on the floor. Consumed
The Crash
White knuckled, he grips the wheel,
And the pedal hits the floor.
Adrenaline consumes him,
But he still needs more.
His heart pounds, his blood flows,
His eyes filled with rage and hate.
He turns left from the right lane,
And soon realizes his mistake.
Now he speeds off into eternity,
As the angels look him in the eye.
With brakes applied, the car keeps on,
And his tears travel toward the sky.
His skin now cold, his heart frozen,
Adrenaline takes over again.
Music Is My Savior
The knot slips, and I'm left cold, still trying to smile,
Because with an empty soul and a stained heart
Leaves still fly from heaven. Please wait, just awhile
And ten years later, there’ll be a chance of a new start.
I’m so confused when white zombies haunt my dreams
With all the clones of myself for each struggled year.
Eighteen visions of me, thirty-six crazy fists scream
For me to live in this moment. Now I persevere
When I fix my flaws and drain the mud from my veins.
