David Ames

3rd Place, Poetry

 

BLEED ONTO PAPER

Your signature screams always
Always is questionable
Never OVERESTIMATE the power of integrity
These letters scream injustice
Living seems so unreal
As you slip through my calloused fingers

Your memories bleed onto paper
Through my trembling hand
And if thoughts could be trusted
Then where would you stand?

So now the bough has broken

If truth be told tell me some
For lies are what I have heard
Insignificance reigns supreme in my head
Always a souvenir
A broken heart
It rips and it tears but it never falls short of breaking me apart

Your memories bleed onto paper
Through the pen in my hand
And if you could be trusted
Then where would I stand?

So now the bough has broken

Receded to memories of sunny days and blooming trees
The air is so sweet now
If I could just go away, Return again another day
Get this taste out of my mouth

So this is growing up?

 

 

SCREAMING ALONE ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR

Feels like Iím dead
Almost wish I was if it would make this end
Down here these thoughts are menacing
Screaming alone on the bathroom floor
That familiar sting in my arm
This crimson puddle screams my indifference
Screaming alone on the bathroom floor
But they fall silent on everyone's ears
This loneliness is smothering me
This silence is deafening
If the love is there it's tainted
With a taste of chaos
Screaming alone on the bathroom floor
The puddle gains some size
Surrounding my waist in that scarlet stained linoleum
Wish it wasnít true
Now Iím on the back burner
Alone once again
Screaming alone on the bathroom floor
My eyes glaze over to blank
If this is what I wanted
Then solitude is a bittersweet revelation
As Iím SILENT alone on the bathroom floor

 

 

THE BEST LAID PLANS

The best laid plans seem innocent,
But broken is the man that sits before you,
And what can he do?
To race against the pace of time,
And take another stab at life,
A Dream come true,
That's never been seen through,

And even if my resolution isn't clear,
I wont let it steer me away from you,
I've fallen back to later times,
Its funny how fast time can fly,
And time can cry . . .
If you only let it breathe, You will see,
The best laid plans can never be,

Throughout my life Iíve been the one,
Who always tries to have the fun,
But once begun, I seem to come undone,
Before you, I sit ignorant,
With only myself, My regret,
A loss of tears,
Seems to find me here,

And even if my resolution isn't clear,
I wont let it steer me away from you,
I've fallen back to later times,
Its funny how fast time can fly,
And time can cry . . .
If you only let it breathe, You will see,
The best laid plans can never be,

Loss of time, Slipping faith, Iíve lost my place, Changed my face for you,
And yet under your velvet skin, Your blood boils for better things and what can I do?

 

 

 

The Instances of Reoccurrence

Welcome to the picture show,
The charade has just begun, you know,
Reality screams violently towards sentimental irony,
Prepare for this never-ending distrust,
The Development of various injustices.