The big comedown

It was strange to note how everything change.

One phrase from you lips was all it took.

Such words torn jagged through,

Such guilt and foolishness filled me.

Afterwards,

deafening silence,

a muddle of logical mess,

my saddest happiness I hid behind.

Just to be kind.

Lowly sighs,

music, alcohol

and the words that were said

spinning around me,

taunting my head,

stealing all the happiness I held.

Desperately drowning in the sound,

horrible alcohol,

a bottle of cheap spirits.

I took the bottle

and drunk from its neck.

It's poison was met smiling

by a welcoming cringe.

Words replaced by a World spinning,

thoughts weren't certain.

Flat on my back,

fingers felt nothing,

my legs felt nothing,

I was only in my mind.

The bottle rolled across bare grounds,

empty.

A stray welling lingers by my eye,

those words weren't quenched by my intoxication.

They stained every thought in surreal insanity instead.

Howling silently, ringing violently

pain slicing and twisting through me.

The torn crimson and pitched black were all I could see.

-Joey

The Necklace

The warmth around my neck takes me back;
Swings with my routine.
The shining gold ticks like your beating heart;
It ticks with mine.
The constant brushes against my chest remind me of that day.
The day I met you.

The days pass and I begin to wonder if I ever did,
The necklace brushes by my heart again.
So I take its warmth in my hand,
I make sure it’s still really there;
I think of you.
You are always here.

My mind casts back the journey home,
I remember being lost in thoughts of you;
Your necklace in my hand.
The glimmering front passes to my lips again,
I wonder where you are now.
I wonder when I’ll see you again.

The delicate welling in my eyes;
I remember perfect thoughts of you.
Nostalgic of that day over and over,
Your necklace in my hand.

I whisper I love you,
With you in my hands.

-Joey

Tainted Sun

Come the day with such emptiness.

Rise a morning sun struck down

and muted.

Stamped in place his grey soul;

you wallow in their callous smiles.

The Isolated sun is surrounded by a storm.

There lies a shipwreck rotting,

relentlessly rocking and forced;

Battered and broken.

Direction-less,

his feeble warmth is lost.

Lashings of stinging ice jab into sides,

breaking through,

Spew

and flow crimson wine into the seas claws.

Bled dry of all value and meaning,

left to the mercy of the deepest ocean.

You fell through to nothing.

Your warmth forgotten,

replaced by black,

a husk so rotten,

so twisted,

that your beauty can never come back.

Through the dark,

watch as cackling waves pass over-head.

Stare on up and will the sun back.

Come through the drabbest clouds,

pierce through the waves

and strike the sky clear of

every laugh.

Break through a stunned storm,

silence its mayhem

and leave your mark.

So the storm may never return,

ruin every shrieking cloud,

evaporate every gaunt look to nothing.

Gone,

all but the morning sun,

left to shine.

the storm broken like his fear.

He had lost something that day,

but he was left to shine,

stained in crimson forever.

-Joey

So apparently

Apparently I have a talent,

Though I don't see it as talent.

Apparently ways to express

don't come natural to most.

But expression is all we know.

"It seems rather than enticing

that we would rather be the ones enticed."

By the arts,

by all forms of awe.

But we all express,

we always want to express more.

So when you say I have a talent,

I say I'm not nearly as talented

as I could be.

I say I can't be talented:

For I am simply a man,

expressing himself.

-Joey

A typical day

I woke up to the glory of a grey sky,

I read the table-side clock as my eye

stumbled on by.

Their focus swept in and out,

my weighty arms carried sticky palms

and my fingers grasped and flailed about.

I pulled the clock to see the time clearer,

surely my mind plays tricks.

I pulled my eyes nearer.

"Oh shit"

There was somewhere that I was supposed to be.

Or was there?

My mind is still so numb.

I rushed about,

my frantic brain raced,

I reached for the door,

doubts burst and flew on through.

Shower,

shave,

shoes and

there's something missing?

The keys weren't in my jacket,

they couldn't be found in baggy jeans

nor the table side draws.

I looked about the chairs and floors,

Ahh!

The table by the front door.

I stole the keys from their slumber,

they chimed as they flung.

I placed them to the lock and stopped.

I froze mid motion.

My doubting mind had realised;

"I didn't have anywhere to be this day."

-Joey