Living in the Past

Rockets raging in the blood red sky;
Watching my life pass me by.
Stars fading into the distance;
Wishing myself away from existence.

Looking up at the array of constellations,
Fighting for a semblance of sanity,
Trying to decipher reality,
Waiting for some sort of invitation.

Getting rejected,
Feeling dejected.
Another thought begins to escape,
A smile appears just as fake.

Cutting through the back roads,
Hoping to just let go.
Driving through the barren ground,
Dead grass passes by yellow and brown.

Staring at a faded photograph,
As my memories come rushing back.
Like an old familiar song,
A confirmation of why I don't belong.

Frustrations

The blood splatters everywhere;
white puffs of snow land on my hair.
The red drops sparkling amongst the white snow;
The black backdrop of shining stars hanging low.

Fear, anger, abandonment and sadness blend together;
Experiencing too many emotions all at once.
Having to deal with the memories and the bad weather;
As the voices and the memories create a resonance.

Reality and illusions merge;
Confusion and thoughts surge.
Left in a trance;
I know I don't stand a chance.

Left with a vast emptiness inside;
Not a shred of pride.
Doubts filling the corners of my mind;
Wishing to go back in time.

Thoughts

Thoughts pouring into my brain like water into a glass.
Thoughts clear, cut and concise.
Illusions broken and shattered;
Nothing left but matter.

An electrical impulse shot through the brain;
Circuits fried and drive me insane.
Memories come rushing through in waves;
Bleary thoughts begin to invade.

A weightless feeling begins to form
My brain starts pounding like a relentless storm;
Taking shot after shot is not enough;
The memories remain just as rough.

Contemplation

A gun in his hand;
His last stand.
The life is gone;
He feels withdrawn.

Fear and hate mingle together,
The startling revelation;
Feeling lighter than a feather,
Life itself an abomination.

A free soul flying through the sky;
Feeling so fucking high.
Minds are blown to epic proportions;
Everything around him in distortion.

Friends just another fucking lie,
All his thoughts have been divided;
Left by yourself to die,
An entity that's not sighted.

Jumbled ideas float in his head;
Why isn't he already dead?
When all he wants to do is shout,
Who's left to hear him out?

Truth

A sharp thorn to the heart
A good stab in the back;
Invisible to everyone from the start
Letting my life get off track.

Sitting in the darkness
Hoping for the end to come;
Still holding onto a harness
Waiting to succumb.

Fear consumes all perceptions
Doubt creeps around the corners;
Every path leads to another deception
Becoming a lost mourner.

Confused

Shards of glass piercing through my skin;
Torn thoughts of sensual sin.
The hearts that break as well as the souls;
Feeling like you'll never quite be part of a whole.

Life is a cruel fucked up joke;
Everything is just a hoax.
My idea of reality has clear cut cracks;
I will never get my life back.

As teardrops fall from the sky;
Just another person hung out to dry.
Savoring the salty tears from self-afflicted sympathy.
Mindlessly listening to the sounds of another forgotten symphony.

six word story

Fuck the lies and keep going.