my heart is an empty
stairwell
and the loneliness,
it echoes.
a heap of things underwhelming
by Neal
my heart is an empty
stairwell
and the loneliness,
it echoes.
by Neal
I got lost out there, somewhere under all that blue,
searching for the kind words
I never said to you.
by Neal
there are days that fall upon you
like a pack of wolves
like a patient
tiger
like a roman
on his sword
there are days that scream
and howl
like an alarm clock
for your soul
like a childhood
bereft of innocence
there are days that maim
and bloody your senses
that invert your ideals
and cripple your will
there are days
like this
like this one
that we are lucky enough
to escape
alive,
sometimes
happy new year
by Neal
I have been eating
little
and sleeping
less
outside
the temperature reads
-5 degrees
the sky is the same color as the ground:
ugly
and as I continue to sell
my hours
my days
the aggregate of my
life
to the highest bidder
I know have become complicit
in this farce they call
reality
I know
this is not living
this is merely
existing
and as I crane my neck
toward a sheet of clouds
I wonder
when will my courage
come back
to me
by Neal
I’ve been blowing kisses to the years that passed us by.