Music, Death and a Breakup Verse

Hello there; this is a breakup verse to my loathsome past

Hello there; this is a wake for the self I wish to bury behind

Cross your hands, shower me in strangled black roses

Perfume me in mildew, grass and earth

For tonight I write this verse; to bid it farewell.

I do not wash my hands for the murder of dreams

I am blemished and filthy for this descent into under

I leave scars, more than none, I do not contest.

This world, this fragile twisted world

Disillusions us into greatness

And yet we ended up becoming





Disfigured into perfection.

Salutations; this is a breakup poem

A burning carcass of broken guitar strings

The instrumentals playing sounded a very fine hearse

For I walk in the vale of tears

Oh please keep the music alive

Let my death march a walk in guilt and shame

Hello there, my past.

This is a break-up verse I wish to last.

And here I came to your grave, fetching the demon souls

For I shall bring them, piggy backed and burning

And stare if they may, for you are a melodrama

Of black keys and white in these piano renditions

Of tears, anger, haste and suicide letters.

Salutations; I wear the guilty crown

I crawl down into the pit six feet down

Let me hear that music one last time

What was it? Oh, Unravel.

I’m vanishing, terrorized at peace.

I’m going home.

I am going into my separate ways.

Hear me, crazy me,

I am closing the sarcophagus

Please go your new way.

-H. Christy IX.XVIII.XV

The Girl You Once Let Go

Hey, remember when you said you wish to have someone

Who will always be there? Who would never leave?

That someone you could share the world with

And be an extension of yourself?

She was there, you saw her breathing, living beside you.

You once laughed at her jokes and sympathized at her demise.

She never left, not until now though. She was a pillar to your soul,

A subtle gentle zephyr to your grey stagnant skies.

Remember how you wished for a girl to stay?

She was there beside you, staying.

Until she ran away.

She got tired of trying, she let go of the pain.

And she truly did.

Remember when you said you wanted someone worthy of forever?

You made her walk away without realizing

That you saw her with eyes set to the other side.

That Loudest Silence

Inside is a rage directed at the own 

A spiteful gag of tokens of defeat.

The eyes fill inspite of herself.

Inside is a war meaningless and burnt

Ashes of memories alloyed with fears.

The present burns the past, the future failed at last.

And this disease is a civil war.

Sneaking into dark bloodstream lines

Clogged in Paxils, bled in vain.

And when the sun roared its light

It was too bright for the blinded eyes

For she cannot see, shrouded in loud murmurs of the heart

What has become is a moment stuck 

Suspended in the loudest isolated decibels of a sound unheard even across a silent winter dawn

That silence upon the loudest mind

Has brought the deafness against the world.

Unlyrical Opus

When I look at you at a distance

I remember that love song you used to play

And how it sweetly caresses a taciturn pain in me

You were the erratic turnouts in my years

A coming, a going yet a stand still.

And how wonderful it must have been

If I’ve longed you unequivocally

If I’ve equaled an emotion forgone.

Now I look at you at a distance.

And I remember that love song you used to play.

I smiled in the memory and the loss of it all.

Reaching out over this precipice of grey

I slowly whisper a wistful lyric of once and gone

Yet all I hear are laughters not mine

Laying far and beyond.

Dead Hearts

What does a heart fear

When it’s been dragged out from mud

What does a heart desire

When the outside is black and fraud

When words are seamless skies

And promises are tormented cries.

What does a heart believe

When it’s been thrown apart

Departed and desolated by the suns

And a dead haiku is but a lonely trance.

If she’s broken, she lost her spark

An when she’s whole, she’s at the wrong track.

When does a heart find truth

When it’s been hardened by tears

Overflowing and red, dissipated in dread.

What is even a heart?

When it’s been emptied tonight.

The Night She Decides To Walk Broken

There is a part of her that’s always broken
It’s something you cannot fix
Something she can’t glue together back
And yet she has decided
And it took her a long time
Banished, vile, stupid and fragile
She decided finally to walk
Bare and broken on this earth
And she pleads to be fine wearing
The scars as her skin and the judgments on her sleeves
Yet she knows full well of coming days
Where she’d be more broken and spiteful of herself
Returning to dust, crumbling stars
She would dare cry over such sadness
And she’ll stand again, over again
For her brokenness is her
This time it’s her evil and her angel
Upon her shoulders
That lighten the load while heavy as they are
Her wings are black and white
Her crown rose petals and thorns
And she walks, sometimes she flies
Knowing nothing but that each she sees
Is similarly broken yet patched soul.