Chewing On Glass…

Rusty strings pressing against the skin
The sharp steel it hurts
Playing along to a song inside my head
It sounds like the silence
Of a heartbeat that can’t die
Told myself one too many lies
Not sure what to believe any more
Good enough… adequate… useless
The rusty strings tighten against the skin
Leaving their mark… cutting… digging deeper
Skipping along to a song in my head
It sounds so familiar… something I knew
Of an existence I once had
Fading memories the noise lingers on
Reminding me those days have come to pass
Left only with the lies and the words
Not sure even those matter anymore
Good enough… adequate… useless
Rusty strings pressing against the skin
A life I couldn’t sustain… fading into view
Lessons I couldn’t survive… digging in deeper
The music has gone and left me dead

Persuasion… is the art of not giving a fuck anymore…

Another moon has passed
The phases are phrases of a time
Waxing… waning… anew…
Glue holds together what it can
Broken pieces of a completed soul
Another day has passed
Watched it come and go
Broken yet still whole
Memories hold together what it can
Broken pieces of an inconsistent space
Another day wasted away
The phrases are phases of a time
Waxing… waning… a new perspective…
Thoughts competing for their place
Broken pieces of a forgotten mind
No sooner myself as I am you
Broken… complete… What am I to do?

Back to really long thoughts once again… Really stretching the definition of what a broken thought can or should be at this point… Basically poems at this point… Not really sure what to say about any of this… Breaking the fourth wall a little bit… Just got done with a rant about something completely different…

A whole train of thought so far from the topic… that I can’t think of anything else… It is times like these that make posting anything harder than it should be… I mean how many thoughts can one person have?… Too many it turns out… or not enough when it counts… Hope all is well… until we meet again…