Can't Turn Back Time

Ground daily between two stones
she’s tired of walking with these weary
bones
Peripherally watching strangers’ faces blur past
none seeming to alter much from the
last

You would never guess that I understand your plight
And maybe you’ll never understand why I gave you a chance, and why you couldn’t take one on me
I wish you could understand that you’re wasting your best years on empty feelings
Then you might understand why I live like I do
And maybe you’d understand why I can’t help every person like you.

Give me something innocent
something only semi-permanent
The light behind your eyes vacant
Watch as I make a sudden movement

& yeah, I’m a little impatient
But damn, tonight you’re so vibrant
Not even close to constant
Excuse yourself in silent.

So pull away in an instant
Your soul is as always absent
just to become a little more distant
Because this is the final judgement.

If your feet aren’t bleeding walk with me
til they do, til we reach the sea & beyond
fall in step with me.

I have crippled at the
calling of a name
expendable to a draft
and oversea capers
of headstrong pursuits
feeling the burn

within the camps
we carry along
with flames licking the wire
fences laced with thorns
digging into escaping skin
like the number forever bore.

I have sustained the beatings
- when we walk,
for freedom at our worst -
of the clubs of our oppression
in inequality, we
limp aimlessly

through the tall, razor leaves
of the elephant grass
sweat and truth lingering above
our eyebrows
silence, but one automatic rifle
spraying against the brush

I have fallen victim
to historical perspective
understanding what it takes to
shred a soul
when hope has smoldered
and left her everlasting mark.

thedustwillsing:

From my bedroom window I can see the girls
huddled close in an alley way
with smoke weaving between their fingertips.
I watch them sip fire all day
creating rain clouds in their lungs
and I wonder if their hearts sound like thunder,
do their bones glow lightning bolts
as flames lick the walls of their veins.

From the comfort of my bedroom I watch the girls
inhaling a thunderstorm, and I envy
the way the wind must feel
as it beats against their ribcage. 

Echo           in this box sounds vaguely
                 like you
Amplified     to decibels unbeknownst to
                 the human ear
Crest          down the curve of your spine
                 sending chills down mine
Nodes         tracing up your neck
                 shooting pain in nervous
Bass           trebles through your synapses
                 breathe against the drum
Stirrup        the beast lying dormant
                 in places where
Sound         doesn’t belong.

know there’s no more that need be said
when I’m inching through your bed