Tell me this wasn’t all just wasted time
Sitting here 6:45 in the evening.
Can’t get the words out of my head.
“ The Autumn leaves have got you thinking
About the first time that you fell”
I don’t know how to describe the pain in my heart .
When I hear that line and think of you.
The empty spaces in conversations
grow longer.
The awkward moments of silence
looking for something to say.
Distance in every word and every line.
Tell me this wasn’t all just wasted time.
In the morning sun, I feel the new days warmth.
Empty and hollow, you haven’t been here
For so long.
A shimmer in the light reminds me of that line.
I hear that line and think of you.
The awkward spaces in conversations
grow longer.
The long moments of silence
looking for something to say.
Distance in every word and every line.
Tell me this wasn’t all just wasted time.
David Casabonne ( C ) 09.21.2021 All Rights Reserved
the art of miscommunication
you say I shouldn't do that
and I hear I should change
I say I can't do this anymore
and you hear I give up
you tell me I need to get better
and I hear you're tired of me
I tell you how much I miss you
and you hear you aren't trying
you ask why am I crying
and I hear I have no right
I ask when will you learn
and you hear it's never enough
Writing to Understand and Mend
Writing can do a lot for The Writer. It can help them to sort things out, it can make them money, it can improve your skills and most of all it has personal benefit. My greatest benefit that comes from writing is how to communicate with people. My writing has helped me turn out my feelings, and realize that saying certain things would actually cost me some relationships. I have a temper and in earlier years a sharp tongue, turning to writing has allowed me to calm down, think it through and see that hurting people is not the way. It also benefit me in helping me to see their point of view and too listen...The greatest benefit has been saving my relationships.
Lethal Injection
Your soft touch with strong determination
Strapped my body in place.
Looking through the eyes of conviction,
I saw your graceful face.
Injected with a needle of Midazolam.
You said that I would feel free - from anxiety
But slowly I felt like a little Golem
And as a last resort I behaved with piety.
Blacking out
From the white light of your aura.
Putting our love in doubt,
You brought the box of Pandora.
You came close and whispered,
"Time for Pancuronium Bromide."
Unable to get out of your mesmerizing skin,
I had no other choice but to abide.
Still had hope in you
Until I felt my muscles contract.
The terrifying paralysis
Spreading limb by limb.
I was unable to breath,
Powerless motion accompanied.
Not craved for your body anymore
But for oxygen as my lungs became drier.
I could feel your warm liquids pour
But none contained the love I desire.
You forgot to sedate me properly,
Administered one needle instead of two.
Your voices driven by the lust entirely,
I understood that I was always played by you.
After long minutes of struggling with me,
You got Potassium Chloride.
You were ready to stop my heart,
Sending my nerves for an irregular ride.
Looking at my clothes that laid aside
I wanted to unbuckle and hug them tight.
Remembering the past,
I waited for the final blow.
Thinking about the sorcery you cast,
My soul shivered, stopping the blood flow.
Your happiness was registered in heaven
While my existence presented in hell.
You think you were less than a weapon
While I felt the mutilation of each cell.
For you it was all for a fulfilling erection,
Passing a death sentence for me by
A Lethal Injection.
×∞ Adin
23 August 2020
Wade with the wind.
Time an time again I rise
from a constant falling,
time an time again
I find the floor
on bended knee crying
pleading forever calling.
The days just
seem to get darker
in the sun,
without a doubt life just gets harder after childish fun.
Maybe tomorrow ill run and never look back.
I'll join the wind, you'll never see me,
ill be your feeling....
chase me if you must
but you'll never catch
the breeze,
ill be one with the weather.
A forever man
blowing up desert sands
raining on parched distant lands. Wisdom in the winds,
plans for my wax wings
gaining ground without a sound, sipping on a sunshower.
Freedom from the tick of time! gripping a shooting star.
Bathing in rain clouds
Riding rainbows I am elemental,
I left my flesh with the rest of the toxic mess.
I gave up on lifes poxy test...
when I'm mad I speak with thunder...
when I fight myself lightning descends to earth.
I never wanted a screaming birth since then I've been haunted an cursed !
ill never be life's wife:
I whistle through the rustling leaves instead,
I'm the reason you can breathe
I'm four seasons in every second,
I arrive and leave before the whole world bleeds....
before mother earth is deserted after sciences and space travel
illusions of advancement,
it's all disenchantment.
Make a wish your dreams will be swiftly granted find a seed and plant it.
Fuck it that’s how JA plans it.
-YAKES
