Emptiness is just another word for darkness
and I can feel it on the back of my neck
I can taste it on the back of my tongue
bitter and sweet
Its texture rubs my mind raw in unseen places
And I fall into the black
Emptiness is just another word for darkness
and I have learned to live in the dark
© 2016 Stephen Boothe
Chaos breaks
and I feel like
I am home.
and when I wake
I want to taste all that I might see or feel
or even think about
I want to die…happy
© 2013 Stephen Boothe
Caffeine and Alcohol
makes for a very strange day.
A time to reflect on
where I am and where I been.
Or if I really want
to continue. Am I done?
I guess this feels ok.
Let’s see where we go from here.
Caffeine and Alcohol;
maybe I’ll do this again.
Creativity, that unmapped black hole from which pure thought springs, is so precious. Much like all of life, so unpredictable and so ethereal, it propels us, consumes us, and drives us to bring such unparalleled beauty and emotion to a life bound by order, repetition, and the mundane.
Long live creation
there lies salvation
When you fall
and all you can see
is the blue sky.
And you wonder
whatever
became of the ground.
Then you know
the end
will always come around
cause everyone
always dreams
about the blue sky.
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And in the end
the child was dead
as angels fell to dust.
Nevermore
to see the sun
as blood began to rust.
Take this thought
and hold it still
and I will dwell with thee
wanting not
for better things
for all you were resides in me.
I feel that prick
of memory
the foulest I’ve ever known.
A little spur,
a little rub,
for sins I now atone.
As I go back
to what I was
in sweeter times than these,
tasting rinds
of rotted fruit
that smell of death and sweet release.
I’ve found that painful
part of me
that hurtful poisoned well
and purge it from
its rotten core
of constant misery.
Striving for
a life of light
and everlasting bliss,
hold me now
forever girl
and give me one last kiss.
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With memories as thin
as my grasp on life,
I struggle to recall
those things that made me.
Dimly glimpsed scenes from a past
broken into pieces
by neglect and deceit,
have left me to drift alone,
no connection , no return
to all I once knew.
I’ve lost the string
that leads back to me.
lonely on a sunday morning
as the coffee stains my mind
with memories of cantalope rind
and my fathers steady hand
tasting bitter dregs
as they wash across my thoughts
carrying all ive lost
in all this time
someone save me please
has always been my cry
just once… before i die
and the music plays on
© 2016 Stephen Boothe
I have seen further than any man
should ever see.
A common thread, a common me.
Love has always been the thing that
keeps me in,
drives my world and makes me
just a little insane.
You know I thought I found the one..
you know..that one
and I would have been content
to live with all that I could see.
But really when it it comes down
to it,
there’s really no choice, is there?
I had a dream as I was watching
a favorite scene.
Only this was what would
eventually be.
I realized that I was not yet done.
No this was what would be.
There would come a beauty
into my life.
A place with light.
And it would show me
all I had ever wanted.
All I had needed.
How long do we go on?
How long do we wait?
For eternity? For love?
How long?
We wait forever.
© 2015 Stephen Boothe
Off The Mat 