Saturday, May 24, 2014

Tripping

I don’t know why my emotions waver like waves tumbling, tripping over themselves. How come the things that bring us suffering are often things that bring the most happiness? Through gods birthed in heads and naked people in gardens we see human existence as a turning point in the history of the universe. The urge arose that forced us think of stories more intangible than our naturalistic theories so we could have a plausible genesis for our existential confusion. We are so astounded by ourselves but we don’t always choose to believe; it’s an unspoken thing sometimes. Have you forgotten what you are?

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Memories that Remain

Imprints of hands
around my neck like
an elaborate rash of anger
and misunderstanding, drawn
to a close by an interrogation
led by people I didn't know

Women with letters after their
names, wide and bulging
eyes searching deep within me,
geographers of rivers
looking for the source of tears

Then, a long drive out, out
beyond parental responsibility,
out to a place where my father
washed his hands of me in the
white porcelain sink that was
faded with agonies

In a few hours, I met more people
qualified to prescribe MeDications,
who told me I would be there a while

There, madness was as normal as
a cherry on a sundae
It comes in different
degrees, becoming
more prominent as you walk
through the circles

Hey, whats your name?
I'm Marshall
Why are you here?
I took a knife to a kitten You?
I was too afraid to go to school
That's messed up






Thursday, May 8, 2014

Sadness

When the abyss stares back at you -
you Kurt Cobain, you David Foster Wallace -
and you feel that black hole suck your life and thoughts,
and others could never understand,
but they might

That shotgun and rope starts to
tempt and neither God nor Boddah
could save you from the void

You'd rather throw your works of art
out the window with your soul, replete
with ignored or forgotten success

Nothing - not even success,
not even thoughts of
lovers present or past
can withstand the sucking gravity

Thoughts become a burden,
emotions run in crazed frenzies,
and it doesn't matter if they are
good or bad

Thinking is a sign of life
and life can be so unfortunate