superman

An epicly flawed tragic hero
he watched me
i felt him
knew his presence like an old friend
visiting years after existence
after death had worn his filthy clothes
and draped itself in its sheets
i knew his worth, though he questioned his
and yet, i knew him a superman
i built him into a force
a comic book soldier
a marvel
undefeatable
he flew with cape flying with atronomical force
in spite of me
to another
and now my bitter zombie hands
touchable and untouchable,
crying
or not
to another’s shoulder
to a him i never knew
why?

From 1 to Adele, How do You Feel?

On a scale from 1 to Adele, how do I feel sometimes? Well, do these songs answer your question?

you’re gone again

where did you go
bed blankets in zero gravity
eyes staring in windows from space
I felt you staring
again, and you’re gone now
again
crystal eyes, blue eyes, gray eyes
red-clouded nuclear storm eyes
fracturing earth
seperating us
again
wires from you to me were cut in night
leaving heart to hemorrhage
like another break in what used to be us

a new him

I want to dive into a new life
for a minute
to forget
to immerse myself into a new him
in a way that I could see him and not you
to be wrapped into a white picket fenced thing
with a him that sees something in me
that draws his inspiration
I want to be able to not have to pretend
with a new him
to not see in him a him that I wish was you

Shut Up, Heart

When my heart tries to sing
I say shut up, heart
what right do you have to sing?
didn’t I drown you in whiskey long ago?
didn’t you bloat like a corpse?
I left you for dead, you rotten heart
let me be with my thoughts
with my todays
don’t corupt me by singing songs of yesterday
I no longer want to hear those wilted songs
I don’t care what you ache for, heart
don’t you know by now
what you ache for doesn’t ache for you
-doesn’t hear you sing
so stop singing, heart
and let me rest