Some late post-meridiem;
There were several hours already tucked beneath his pillowcase.
You know how it is when a hard day pushes you
so deeply into your mattress springs.
You know how it is when your exhaustion is
so profound that
your body can’t spare you
even the energy to dream.
A pocket of acrid aroma
crept up the stairs, lightly wrapping it’s smoky digits around banisters
& passing by hung photographs whose subjects were as still as the man who slept.
One wonders if that night,
the bitter & black billow paused at the doorway
& seeing that spent figure sprawled sloppily about the fou
your lips
that wax all my heartstrings
like vasoline /
some viscous things
you're a nice dress on
a summer nighttime patio
you're songs i forgot that i love
you're silk or velvet
depending on the weather
i feel you rise
& fall and rise
i catch my breath
& catch yours too
i am an anchor and
you're not the boat
but rather, you're the seabed, so
you can't just hoist me up
when you'd like to charter new courses, no
instead, i rest all that i have tied to me
inside of the indentations that i've forged
within your shifting sands
for every itinerary that will try
and steal me away
these fractured grains of you
encrust my tempered-iron body
bound, by chains
to a ship i've never seen; though
when the salt eats through these shackles
we will float off together into
an endless cerulean
for c.g.
pt. 1
being in love made me into
a better person.
feet firmly planted, standing for something- someone
doesn’t transform you per se, bur rather brings to the forefront
the absolute in you.
devotion bred from certainty.
focus bred from devotion.
and within your newfound focus, answers to questions that were maybe once so unclear that you hadn’t even thought to ask them, fall into your lap in the most timely fashion: your conscious has risen to the occasion and granted you access to all the tools you’d ever think you’d need to protect and nurture, always.
you feel deeper,
listen better,
realize the weight
with two eyes you can see it, honey
that you
can do better than me
but i'm asking you
please don't
my loving is an utter mess &
the greatest thing i have to give
it lives in my torso and always has &
makes me sick and always does
toxic
thrashes in
my body
it begs to leave &
find you
hates me, honey
because it's always wanted you
lives in me like a stranger
but holds you
my loving grows with you;
you make this world
warmer
deep in my heart
where the low ones lie
did a stranger reside:
a coronary spy.
a lover from fiction
and a hero of war
born from soft kisses
and holding open doors.
a relationship,
we formed
where if he was feeling down,
i would pop a pill
and when my brain fucked up
he would carry the guilt
and he became my best companion
and we had each-others backs
and the end was never near
until the "heart-attack."
she drunk my love like wine
and threw it up like hard liquor
and with it, my companion!
i have never felt sicker.
and the worst part:
my heart hadn't stopped--
(the blood still pumped)
it was hard as a rock
and cold as the floor
when you
suffering in sweet repose,
a mixed-up man-
a dark blue rose
he sees in fractals
dreams: abstract
his veins run hot
his eyes look black
the test was love and he failed it twice...
or thrice? or more?
who's keeping score?
beaten and bruised
he's secondhand
supermarket produce
left for the flies
...
but lo, a spark in his eyes?!
he talks in temperatures
and moves where clouds go
accepting the wind
and embracing the flow.
to sum it up, he's as happy as can be...
(lies or complex irony?)
pre-show woes
man stands on stage in the spotlights glow
low-stress equipment tests: "check, check"
good to go.
audience takes seats
man is busy
learning how to decieve
a crowd 300-strong
why?
because every song was a lie
in audacious disguise
a promise, empathetic
for the gullibly pathetic.
i'm just a fucking anvil
stand still
i'm dropping,
there's no stopping,
when an anvil
made from flesh and bone
is falling from the edge
of
"together"
to the ground below
"alone"
(and upon the ground we find
a new obsession, newly shined
i'm an anvil made from tempered steel.
i'm inanimate,
henceforth,
i will never feel.)
little sisters, one day brides
today, glitter-frozen eyes
if three is charm, then what comes next?
we're drunk from beer
doomed to forget
and if it hasn't happened yet?
five bucks says your ass is next.
Some late post-meridiem;
There were several hours already tucked beneath his pillowcase.
You know how it is when a hard day pushes you
so deeply into your mattress springs.
You know how it is when your exhaustion is
so profound that
your body can’t spare you
even the energy to dream.
A pocket of acrid aroma
crept up the stairs, lightly wrapping it’s smoky digits around banisters
& passing by hung photographs whose subjects were as still as the man who slept.
One wonders if that night,
the bitter & black billow paused at the doorway
& seeing that spent figure sprawled sloppily about the fou
your lips
that wax all my heartstrings
like vasoline /
some viscous things
you're a nice dress on
a summer nighttime patio
you're songs i forgot that i love
you're silk or velvet
depending on the weather
i feel you rise
& fall and rise
i catch my breath
& catch yours too
i am an anchor and
you're not the boat
but rather, you're the seabed, so
you can't just hoist me up
when you'd like to charter new courses, no
instead, i rest all that i have tied to me
inside of the indentations that i've forged
within your shifting sands
for every itinerary that will try
and steal me away
these fractured grains of you
encrust my tempered-iron body
bound, by chains
to a ship i've never seen; though
when the salt eats through these shackles
we will float off together into
an endless cerulean
for c.g.
pt. 1
being in love made me into
a better person.
feet firmly planted, standing for something- someone
doesn’t transform you per se, bur rather brings to the forefront
the absolute in you.
devotion bred from certainty.
focus bred from devotion.
and within your newfound focus, answers to questions that were maybe once so unclear that you hadn’t even thought to ask them, fall into your lap in the most timely fashion: your conscious has risen to the occasion and granted you access to all the tools you’d ever think you’d need to protect and nurture, always.
you feel deeper,
listen better,
realize the weight
with two eyes you can see it, honey
that you
can do better than me
but i'm asking you
please don't
my loving is an utter mess &
the greatest thing i have to give
it lives in my torso and always has &
makes me sick and always does
toxic
thrashes in
my body
it begs to leave &
find you
hates me, honey
because it's always wanted you
lives in me like a stranger
but holds you
my loving grows with you;
you make this world
warmer
deep in my heart
where the low ones lie
did a stranger reside:
a coronary spy.
a lover from fiction
and a hero of war
born from soft kisses
and holding open doors.
a relationship,
we formed
where if he was feeling down,
i would pop a pill
and when my brain fucked up
he would carry the guilt
and he became my best companion
and we had each-others backs
and the end was never near
until the "heart-attack."
she drunk my love like wine
and threw it up like hard liquor
and with it, my companion!
i have never felt sicker.
and the worst part:
my heart hadn't stopped--
(the blood still pumped)
it was hard as a rock
and cold as the floor
when you
suffering in sweet repose,
a mixed-up man-
a dark blue rose
he sees in fractals
dreams: abstract
his veins run hot
his eyes look black
the test was love and he failed it twice...
or thrice? or more?
who's keeping score?
beaten and bruised
he's secondhand
supermarket produce
left for the flies
...
but lo, a spark in his eyes?!
he talks in temperatures
and moves where clouds go
accepting the wind
and embracing the flow.
to sum it up, he's as happy as can be...
(lies or complex irony?)
pre-show woes
man stands on stage in the spotlights glow
low-stress equipment tests: "check, check"
good to go.
audience takes seats
man is busy
learning how to decieve
a crowd 300-strong
why?
because every song was a lie
in audacious disguise
a promise, empathetic
for the gullibly pathetic.
Her heart is still beating
For the time being
I hold on
To her frozen hands
And cast away my tears
For now I must remain a man
It eases the pain
When I lay my head down on her chest
And listen to the sound
The beautiful, tear-jerking sound
Of her heart, and of her breath
The sound repeats
It mocks me
A terrible beauty
It beats again and again
Soon it will cease
But for now we both lay
Savoring the beat
Again and again
And as we lay
I realize
That which I never had before
The beat in her chest
The bang of the drum
The sound that resonates
It lives, it hums
Since we have lived
Both of our hearts beating
Never thinking, that through it all
Out
Writing.
One of my greatest passions has, as of late, become almost... alien.
Having suffered from a severe eating disorder (I assure you if you refer back to some earlier pieces , this will be clear) from last Autumn, all the way through to the end of Winter, I dropped about 50 pounds over the course of 2 months.
Aside from losing quite a bit of mass, my ability to convert and convey my inspiration via music and poetry had GREATLY dissipated. While writing and making music had, under previous circumstances served as an anchor to a safer world, I was now forced to take refuge in other things. In people. In love. The thing that separated th
I VERY much would like to start publishing pieces on art (https://www.deviantart.com/art) again. I haven't been too active for the past few months. Many personal issues, of which you can decipher and discover through my work. Will you reads, mah poetry plz?
thank you(:
spread the word.
new piece, Windmill.
love and junk,
will schenck.
...if you got no control,
of the thoughts in your mind,
that you kept and you know...
you can't stop wishing
if you don't let go,
of the things that you find
and you lose, and you know...
you keep on rolling
put the moment on hold
the frame's too bright
so put the blinds down low...
-Jack Johnson
"Breakdown"
In Between Dreams, 2005
Thank you very much for reading "Maybe we should..." and collecting it. And thank you also for watching me. Your work is so, so fantastic. I'm really looking forward to exploring your gallery.