Saturday, August 25, 2012

Hurts It Stings

You’re words are so hurtful
You really have no idea
Instead you use this tool like mass weapons
Aimed to do their worst

It’s time to turn off and block things coming from you
I see your lips move
So I create nothing but silence
Looking closer I try to read what you speak
Block those lips and fade them out

You’re just a figure standing in front of me
Silent with rage, infused with anger and ready to strike
You can’t strike when there’s no target for you to take aim

I’m stronger than this, won’t take it no more
Beat me down and I’ll try harder to tower over you

You know how to hurt me, what things to say and how to talk
Now blocked, you have no ammunition left

Needing to stop this for my own sanity
An impenetrable force field

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Undeniable malfunction

Up, down. Side to side.
A fractured machine bouncing place to place
Creating misfit endings
and undone beginnings

Needing repair, ignored dismay
Pushed forward to work yet another day

Rattled banging, clashing pieces.
Dents and cracks no longer superficial

Trudging through with no end destination
Shards and fragments left behind

No longer producing end results
Failing to prevail
Two paths to be chosen
Stuck at the cross road
tittering on the edge.