Sticky Thoughts

Trust

Erik — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 02:03:53 +0000

A precious gift
A candle flame
Burning in the dark
Comforting the heart

A deadly rift
The noose of blame
Trust is torn apart
Bare, the traitor’s mark

Journey

Erik — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 21:22:33 +0000

Cycles / Spirals / Risk / Uncertainty

Returning / Regressing / Growing (?)

Not / Knowing…

At A Loss

Erik — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 01:03:18 +0000

I dunno. Huh? I don’t know. I honestly do not know.

I’m not sure. I couldn’t say. Beats me. I can’t be certain.

Who knows? It’s anyone’s guess. I really have no idea.

I haven’t the foggiest. In fact, I don’t have a clue.

…

Do you?

Beneath

Erik — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 13:02:25 +0000

To take a step toward madness,
To walk into the storm;
To dwell upon the vastness,
And shun the blinding swarm.

To slip beneath the waves,
And sink into the gloom;
To swim among the graves,
And watch the tangles bloom…

Lifetime

Erik — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 22:29:39 +0000

It can take a lifetime to learn
What we wish we had known from the start;
Though you might fumble,
With each step just follow your heart.

Clichéd as that sounds,
There’s no other way really to go,
And that is true now
As much as it was long ago.

Shell

Erik — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 01:59:41 +0000

There are no words
To describe how I feel,
My staggering need
To burst from the shell

I’ve made, or that’s been made
By the world, to contain
All the dreams that
Struggle to break

Free, to escape,
To be real,
To take on a shape,
And find a mind
Other than mine
To steal.

Smile

Erik — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 03:33:27 +0000

Such a curse is a smile
Shone our way,
Contaminates the heart
And invades the day.

It stirs the coals of longing
And throws fuel upon the flame
That burns me; yet I wonder
Which of us to blame,

For who can really know
The damage they do
With a look;
Or, for the starved,
The crumbs they might
Leave behind.

Circles

Erik — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 21:57:41 +0000

I go around in circles
And walk a trail already made
From days before, from months and years
Of games already played.

Time wanders by and pauses
To see my strange parade,
And wonders at the point and sense
Of my cyclical crusade.

I wonder, too, what wisdom
Has led me back around;
If one more go, if one more try
Will show me different ground.

Angry

Erik — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 04:35:04 +0000

I’m angry at you
For not being able to see inside my head;
I’m angry at myself
For not knowing how to show what can’t be said.

So very angry
That my veneer conceals too much,
That it obscures what’s underneath.
I’m angry, bursting
To expose and let you find
What you won’t take the time to look for.

There is a light somewhere in there,
I swear!
Worlds and worlds inside my mind,
Too far away from sight

And I am angry, raging mad
And furious, seeing red,
Because you won’t comprehend -

So very angry, going mad,
Despairing, so misread -
How much is mere pretend.

Jaded

Erik — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 11:17:28 +0000

He found
But did not seek;
Could not recognize
A soul unique.

Too jaded by the crowds;
Eyes open wide,
He fooled his mind and fled
Somewhere inside.

I waited there,
So long for him to see,
But could not hope
For what would never be.