The Oxymoron

Lost in subconscious absurdity Closet filled with broken toys and misfit clothes Stories withheld, buried beneath a stranger's tombstone Stacked records of songs by beloved artists Too sad to remember, too valuable to forget Unreleased paparazzi images of hopeful regret Shards of laughter published with humble criticism piercing Into the chinks of an overconfident armor used In a ludicrous battle to achieve A Pyrrhic victory Sitting on a two-legged chair balanced on a tight rope tied to one pole held so tight but no one to support the other Contemplating whether the fall is worth the flight Whether the hooks and jabs are enough fr the fight Darkness absorbing light, reflecting darkness Touch Jitters on fingertips, sliding, covering the palm Slid betwixt the fingers, pressed down hard, jerk pulled arm Held hard for a startled sprint and a hesitant thrust Strange how shoe-laces unravel themselves and Earphones automatically intertwine only to entangle Guess...

Across the hallway, zooming distanced peripheral Stolen gaze from a hooked frozen moment Effort to memorize, blurry inked scribbled note on then palm A gentle wave, stirring a tide, concealing a storm Words needed to be heard Thoughts needed to be shared Rolled up n a blanket caressing a rock  Drowned never to resurface A lonely bard's muzzled voice mumbling Lost could-have-beens to starlet eyes Perhaps punished to have stood in astounded silence To have skipped a beat in ecstatic haze Maybe, come morrow The bard will sit atop his ruins and rubble His lyric dedicated to his muse Verse to bridge to chorus Outrow into semantic glory, flame passioned blue Until then A gentle wave in a skipped beat Infinite loop of a seamless edit My playlist.

Awkward conversations and silences Confide in strangers to receive intimate closure Arguments won to achieve pyrrhic victories The stares and whispers, conjuring new emotions The dances in sync with breath in sync with the feet, sudden death Failures unspoken, tears overshadowed Mile-length smiles and shouting for help amidst the laughter Jackets and jumpers to escape chill insecurities Fake accents and pseudo-intellectual stutter Phony mastery of zen and rebellion against the teenage dream to impress Infamous first impressions and famous last words Handshakes over hugs and regret over shame The awake and aware alchemist toying with sacrifices and summons Sacrificing old faces, old memories, old self, to summon Hope Hope for better faces better memories, better self Assuring mom of security, assuring dad of a focused path Assuring brother of sobriety, assuring self its all worth Wishing for a million mouths to spill a million thoughts Chose silen...