stuck on this mortal coil

An umbrella that covers life, love and bullshit but still manages to get you wet. All content written by me, unless otherwise credited.

[caratacus]

Everyone has lost someone. Except those still too young, and those who are truly alone.

The young will come to know grief in time and those who are truly alone have known for too long.

Each though feels different and yet

Just as grief is unique for each of us, it’s exquisite pain, the same.

[caratacus]

Our hopes

Our dreams

For the morrow

Lies broken

and trapped

inside the house, of

Silent sorrow

So you’ll

Pity me

We’ll party not

While our friends

In effort

We forgot

In soothing darkness

With moving air

I quietly creep

Into anything but

Gentle sleep

No longer here

When darkness

blankets Shadows

But soon the sun

And with it comes

The memories, of

being your son

[caratacus]

Battling demons

Battle scars

They reach

They stretch

These cracks

Across the stars

They’ll take a lifetime to heal

So long will they last

It won’t be until death comes

That they seal

[caratacus]

Love letter to tequila

I was never a tequila drinker. That feeling you get, when you feel like you’re about to throw up, some people get that after getting sick on a particular type of alcohol. Just the smell of that particular type of drink sets them off. I’d never drank tequila and yet, when I smelled it, it was as if I’d had many bad nights suffering from its ill effects. Until I had good tequila. Now I long for it. Much like I have always longed for the Southwest. Dry, exquisite desolation, where tequila is the rain. The elixir that balances my soul as much as it slakes my thirst. It is both the fire on the cool desert night and the cool desert night that quenches my overheating body in hot scorching sun. I’ve never been much of a drinker. It’s never much agreed with me. Instantaneous headaches, general malaise. Anything related to misery comes to mind. But now I am concerned, after all these years abstaining, I may have developed an unhealthy obsession with a liquid that transports me to that romanticized region of copper, green cacti, viridian, gold, rose and all the magnificent hues at sunrise and sunset. Those things that our senses and brains have evolved to awaken the soul, set it afire, and make the heart ache; burning into mind a haunting memory of constant yearning. Heaven is Zion.

[caratacus]

I went in search of a woman

To barter for your life

pent up inside myself

With courage and desperation

The wind could not carry it away

My rage

tore out the marker

From a little girl’s grave

While making promises of monuments

And golden guarantees

My search coming to an end

I return once again

To find I’m too late

You’ve left while I was gone

I’ve nothing left I can do

Except drop to my knees

In the driving rain

On the steps of where you slept

Your last night

[caratacus]

I put my bullet

In my coat chest pocket

Where maybe love

Might outweigh revenge

There’s a horse

Tied up outside

Where two paths cross

In the dead of night

The saddle is on

The reigns held tight

Time to make my choice

I’m on the path to the light

Now I’m heading

I don’t know where

It’s new moon ignorance

In the dead of night

I’ve got my heart full of faith

To keep me right

But there’s an itch in my finger

It’s vengeance I figure

The back of my minds gone dry

It needs something to slake its thirst

The blood of my enemies ought to satiate

My dying self control

Next thing I know I’m staring straight down the beaten path

Thought I’d be breaking trail

In this moonless night

But here I am heading for that same ol’ story.

[caratacus]

Pain and isolation

Over stimulation

Seek out

Time and place

To live alone

Away from everyone

A way to keep

From coming undone

Sometimes the pressure lifts

Others buried,

Pressed into

A painful, sorrowful

Position

Pain in isolation

Yearning for spring

To be free outside

Alone

But the poison’s in the air

It’s everywhere

Like the smoke in the summer

Until the fall

When the grey returns

Before darkness

Fills the hours

There’s no escape

From abundance of knowledge

And inability to action

Is this how Cassandra felt?

[caratacus]

Words

When you need em most

Seem just out of reach

Other times

When I have nothing to say

Except to rhyme

I can talk on and on

Endlessly

Without saying anything

Oh I can suffer from storieosis

So many points to be made

Interconnected (but only)

Inside my brain

How to paint the picture

Connecting the dots

When I can’t seem to put my finger

On the spot

Yet when it comes time

To say one simple thing

Some grand thing

There are no words

What should be three

maybe four words

Have none

And I die

Inside

[caratacus]

It’s probably for the best

We don’t revel in the past

Focusing on yesterday

Is looking the wrong way

When you finally came around

Well it was too late for me

I finally had the blinds

Pulled away

Yet not for free

But I couldn’t let you go

Not without seeing

What it felt like to be

The one who (finally) got to

Kiss you

Now I know

What it’s like

To be the one to confuse

An honest heart

(This honest heart)

That was built for me

I finally know

What it’s like

To break an honest heart

That was meant for me

Oh confusion

Runs around

Confusion

Knows no bounds

Oh confusion

Thinks it gets around

Confusion

Doesn’t want to

settle down

What do you do

When the first kiss

Is the last kiss (goodbye)

On a cold winter night

When she looks up at you

With tears in her eyes

You gotta let go

When you know

It’s not right

You gotta let go

Don’t let her on

Just let her get on

Don’t let her on

You know you gotta

Just let her go

[caratacus]

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

- Irish Headstone

[caratacus]

Every day above ground

Is a day stolen from death

I see the clock

on the wall

Numbers

Lit up

Something

In existence

While others remain(s)

Gone

(Are buried)

Returned to nothingness

Every day above ground

Is a reason to celebrate

[caratacus]

An apparition

Partitioned

Us apart

Was it one night

Or many more

That this ghoul

Did feast upon

My soul

My love for you

And everything else

Consumed

While still within

My shell

Emptied of all my cares

And compassion

How could I feel nothing

While my heart was ripped to shreds

We were both oblivious

For so long after

I’ve been curious

No

Plagued

By a mystery

I haven’t been able to solve

The root of both problems

I’ve had my give a shit silently stolen

Right from within my guts

What’s left when you’re empty inside

Apathy is all I can say

When All I can feel is

Nothing

So I turn

Into a ghost

Disappearing from you

While I search for meaning

It should be easy to find your keys

In an empty room

[asblackfades]

it's really hard to say i love you

[scatteredthoughts2]

She would speak out loud,

As if she were speaking to a crowd,

But the voices were all inside her head,

And the ones she talked to were a long time dead.

[anjo-by-the-sea]

nobody honors the dead more than poets do

on a cliff top facing the sea I am in the waves beating a melody sirens weary of the same song wander peaceful and strong senseless as the ring stones where the Celtic ivy still grows i gave you the last word and now everybody knows. =====================

[anjo-by-the-sea]

2021!

[caratacus]

With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown; the longevity of life and love (via theblob1958)