Past & Future Slam Together With Regression

R.I.P. Innocence

2 a.m.

A desperate text

A cry for help.

distant.

Drowsy & a bit

Lost

I grab the flashing screen,

?

And all at once

The girl I cared for

Scarred for

Now sings the song,

The words I hear,

My stomach turns

My face pale,

But I still long to help her,

My friend

Her love

Betrayal I’d once see

Crushed

I can see her tears

Miles away

Only wise words,

Wise? Say’s who?

Can I give

I wish it was more,

I miss the ring of

A joy once innocent

It’s gone

She gave that up

To the boy she did adore.

Gate D-2

The flash of tinged lights

LED glow of bad news &

Angry words,

Blankets our faces.

Jets dock and changing clocks

Bags running,

I forgot how stunning

I feel when I’m with you.

Fate’s missed the gate

She’s running late

Bu that’s alright

I’ll hold you tight

And drift away with you.

We’ll stay here,

These cramped chairs

laying next to you.

They called our plane,

We’ll take a train

I’m not moving away from you.

The lights blow out & gates crash

But here I am with you,

The attendant wakes me up

away,

Never will I leave this place

My head in the clouds,

halls rumble loud

Crack my eyes,

light shines bright

My eyes not used to your

light.

I shake you, wake you

You shudder and 

Look

I move your hair

We stare

Where were we even going?

'Ello all, Sorry it's been a while I haven't felt too inspired lately and it's been a weird past couple of weeks. I was having a great day until one thing set me off, figured this next poem was an appropriate for that very reason. It's Veteran's Day, so I'll throw another one having to do with that as well. Have a good one until the next post every one. Four poems in all to make up for my absence.  They're all related in one way or another, and they connect to my day.

I'll have some music for you guys up in a second and I'll update all the pages this afternoon.

Godspeed,
C.B. 

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Trigger

Fitting it seems,

Coddling wet stage
an inappropriate place for a real life session
Wet? Rain the why,

And wet gunpowder never flares
But starts the thoughts

Oh trigger.

     The Title.

          Of scores and scores

                   Noble savagery poetry

          Bring forth my pain

Memories, fright

Heartache,
Sex,

& Blood.
Hate & you & us.
To never pick apart the sun again.

but I lied

          you see.

                   you’re seeing

                             proof.

One for my fallen brother

Drops of rain resound

Check the ground

The lightning cracks and

All is gone.

Split second

The clouds are dark & grey,

My dreams fade away

find the bottle in my belt

Swirl the glass, taste the air

Let it’s drops take my cares

Tip the glass and I breathe in

Taste the wheat & sulfur sin

Sigh of pain & relief,

Grimace

And a moan breaks the silence.

The amber stirs & hits the ground

Crows hear my thoughts

“This was for my fallen brother,

I pray to god he’ll have another.”

The crimson drips the iron rust,

My coldest fate within my touch.

Pull  the trigger, tilt the glass

This drink, was our last.