Pendulum

Swing back and forth

If 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

Author's Note

Rather than edit a single word I just posted it. I don't know why, I don't really care, fuck words and meanings and whatever the fuck else you see here.

Reviews

Do not change a f**k of this masterwork.
It is so well defined, and a singing message with it's flow, wich compelling force you to read and see a made or created, or just a friggin' dual personality,

1. ou attract the problems you want to have but never
The wisdom you desire (black hole, neverending spiral)

2. Welcome Mr. Grimm and all his hands erasing fear (denial)


This is so depressing doomed, but brilliant.

[Droll Prole]

Wish my stuff came out that good without an edit or two. This reminds me that sometimes when you want something more, something undefinable, you just have to reconcile yourself to the present, the reality of what is or you can drive yourself crazy ha ha. Cool writing.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Yeah, you win.

[tekphobik]

Woooooo!
...Wait, at what?
And what's my prize?

[Kenneth The Poet]

Being awesome. You win today's awesome award.

[wordaddict]

Very powerfull hard hitting writing

[CAL]

f*****g great

Everyone wants a little truth..

[Babe Roxx]

Wow...this piece ROCKED...I know this feeling so well...you are an artist in height of expression. The pendulum swings and swings, to an endless void, that sings and sings.


BTW, I agree with your quote. Kudos.

[Leslie Philibert]

A powerful,dark poem that forced me to read it a couple of times.Don`t edit it.
Great !