The Journey

Rain hitting against the windshield,

droplets looking like tiny specks of sperm

racing across the window aimlessly.

Travelling past the pastures and the fields,

the signs reflecting back on the slick wet road.

The heir of a dog driving with no destination,

over 90 miles an hour on an empty highway.

The cigarette dangles loosely from his lips.

Plumes of smoke drifting through his airways,

He flicks the rest of the butt outside.

He lights up another one,

after a few drags,

it breaks like a cheap condom.

“Shit!” He shouts in frustration,

“Worthless fucking fags”

He tosses it out on the street.

He takes out his bottle of brandy,

Taking a swig

he swishes it around his mouth,

letting it linger on his tongue.

The acrid taste of the acid,

helping him to forget

the mistakes he’s made.

The alcohol numbing his senses,

his thoughts scattered like the sparse stars.

He breaks down,

the tears blurring his vision.

He is left with bruises and scars,

he curses her, himself and his existence.

He lets it all go. 

Alone

Left with nowhere to go,

no place to call home.

I travel through the night,

in the streets of New York.

Familiar faces,

forgotten thoughts.

A digression,

from what I wanted to say.

The alcohol sets in,

bleary and broken.

An enigma,

I walk amongst shadows.

A failure,

I have no friends.

Only acquaintances,

and past love interests.

I want to run,

make an escape

from this city.

The twinkling lights,

surrounding my sanity.

I digress,

from another school.

In a different environment,
but a similar place. 

To Seasons

Sweltering summer heat,

you can taste the sunset’s colors:

Pink, purple, orange, red, blue,

swirling together.

Cotton candy clouds,

reminders of forgotten fairs.

Colorful sunsets lead to

the changing of the leaves.

Autumn sets in an array of colors:

Red, yellow, purple, brown.

You can hear them,

the leaves crinkling beneath your feet.

The sun sets faster,

Winter has arrived with winds.

At night everything is black,

in the morning it is bathed in white.

You can feel the colors.

The trees stand stripped, broken, and bare.

The bitter cold leads to warmth,

Spring has made an appearance.

A month’s worth of rain,

has led to flowers blooming.

You can smell them:

Yellow, pink, purple, orange, blue, red.

The Room

Four walls washed in white,

My first year of college

A dull dorm room.

Spacious compared to other rooms,

Filled with laughter and fun

A cool roommate.

The overhead light

Makes the room feel like a “prison”,

Her words not mine.

The windows don’t help,

They enhance the idea of imprisonment,

Both of our lamps diminish the idea.

Four walls washed in white,

The color of our personalities

Shape the room and make it better.

My wall has a few poems made by me,

A bunch of yellow sticky notes

Filled with random music lyrics

Written by my roommate.

Her wall has a few movie posters,

Family pictures adorn her side,

The room no longer feels like a prison,
It has become our second home. 

Fatal Wound

The knife stabs into me
Leaving a wound,
That cannot be repaired.

I'm left to bleed out
The crimson blood,
Blends into the black pavement.

You stare down,
into the depths
of my empty eyes.

The world shatters
It's too late to heal,
The darkness consumes.

You left me in the dark,
You didn't look back,
As I lay dying on the street.

Rain

The silence is loud,
A bunch of storm clouds;
Lightning comes in shreds,
Losing control of my head.

Rain drops fall on the ground,
The world is devoid of sound;
Driving down a slick road,
Feeling broken and cold.

Water spatters on the windows,
Left in another state of limbo;
Thunder rumbles in the distance,
I am left as the only resistance.

The car crashes against a tree,
The branches and limbs fall on me;
The windows break on impact,
I remain healthy and intact.

The wind blows the water inside,
There's nowhere to go or hide;
The sky lights up for a second,
As I stand at attention.

I fight against the rain,
I can feel myself going insane;
I desperately search for safety,
The rain and wind try to overtake me.

The rain finally stops,
The last bit of drops;
The sunlight pours through,
As I feel polished and new.

A Separate Place

The sun sets on the horizon,
The sea closes in on the shore;
Grains of sand surround the island,
Places still left to explore.

The sounds filter out,
I stare out into the dark night;
I am left with doubt,
A lack of foresight.

Her tears fall in waves,
The stars begin to fade;
As we plunge into the cave,
I feel powerful and unafraid.

My throat constricts,
A pressure building inside;
I tear through the conflict,
I drift into the tide.

As a part of me dies,
The final words linger on;
I break all of the ties,
As the night turns to dawn.