Tag: Candy

I promise myself water, I promise myself air.

Each evening I repeat these pledges.

Each morning I choose a new war to declare.

It would have been fine if I were not rough around the edges.

But the water tastes like wine

And there are vines in my hair…

I capitulate, I give in whenever desire speaks.

How could I ever fight it?

Self-sabotage fills all my empty needs.

I swim in dead violets.

One can live in the wasteland, baby, but not for free.

All stays crooked even when I rewrite it,

All stays perished no matter how many times I plant seeds.

-JW

Don’t leave before breaking the last promise.

I looked at you for peace,

I looked at you for solace,

But you gave the truth away with such ease,

Making me wonder whether you were always this lawless.

Don’t leave before breaking my last bone.

I prayed to gods and fiends,

I prayed that they send you home.

But at the end I was alone in your flooded fields,

Sinking in your blame, choking on the boiling foam,

Out of ammunition and shields.

-JW

Another Saturday morning suffocates me with its glee.

The sheets strangle my sleep,

Begging me to finally break free.

My head aches as I struggle to let light into my home.

Some try to reach me via telephone

But they know I prefer to face this alone.

Sounds fold and unfold, they knock on my bedroom door.

I land on the hardwood floor,

Hoping fate is keeping score.

There must be a way to leave these linen walls behind.

Yet, the meaning is always difficult to find,

Living in the bomb shelter of your mind.

-JW

Excuse me as I become a bad example.

They tried to fit me into a mold,

They tried to make me into a sample.

But I questioned everything I was told,

And for that I was called sinister.

The status quo laughed at me,

Tried to heal me with their best ministers.

They turned my name into a legacy.

Accidentally, completely unprovoked

I became the very thing

Most were told to behold.

My weakness became their king.

-JW

The river tried to lick my wounds

But they were too sour.

As the cold water drowned my words,

I counted down the hours.

Stars sighed, hiding on the horizon,

And I burned my apologies.

The sound of the sirens

Broke my painted-on serenity.

I allowed it to become a part of me –

But now the stream is stealing it.

It is sealing shut the honesty,

Opening my flesh wider,

Destroying instead of healing it.

-JW