Words Fall on Deaf Ears

where do broken hearts go

locked away in a trumpets case

old and out of date

are they stored away in attics

cuckold by spider webs

gasping hinting for its last rhythm

are they buried away in ruins of decay

rustication waiting to be dug up by archaeologist

found hanging tangled in tree veins

lying in the open countryside

picked at and exposed by crows

trampled over by semis

in the lies of ditches

the metronome of beats

in accordance pounding

locked away in safe

where not even she holds the combination or key too..

-Dominic Charles

tattooed hearts

in your hand

and every time

you’d clinch your fist

blood streamed out of it

trickled down to your finger tips

caught red handed

but you still pleaded innocent

countless victims

who threw tantrums

whom cried rivers

she just wanted something I couldn’t give her

-Dominic Charles

coming home at 9

whispering sweet

nothing’s

in your ear

holding

your hand in public

making dates for the opera

this isn’t me

I cant always satisfy you

-Dominic Charles

go to sleep arguing

in our dreams exchanging a few words

waking up slamming doors

just to get a point across

she loves me

she loves me not

-Dominic Charles

falling to thee

ground

impact unexpected

neglected this pain

10,000 ft

seemed so easy

vivid description

I just wanted

to live

just once

fly once more

died mid-fall

-Dominic Charles

I told her everything she

wanted to hear plus more, all it

took was a gentle kiss.

-Dominic Charles

I wanna be attached like Siamese twins

and apart like divorced lover’s

whom don’t know how they fell in love

and when I get the urge to utter I miss you

it will already be known

I wanna grow on you like fungus on a vine

and spread like an untreatable epidemic

I wanna caress your body as if im TSA

searching a suicidal bomber

I wanna wine and dine you as if you’re royalty

sweeping you off your feet

catering to your each & every need

I wanna give you the world all in one day

and the moon and stars in the next

I wanna get married, have kids, and grow old together

I wanna give you all of me

till I have nothing left to give

I wanna make you sad, mad, and happy

all in the same breath

I wanna make you cry, laugh, smile

all in the same expression

I wanna be selfish with your love

that isn’t too much to ask for…

you like to see decorative things plastered upon a wall

stood still on a manifold as if it’ll fall..

pedestals way too tall

knock them down like goliaths

in spite

you have fallen soldiers paintings dangling

from a ceiling that is halfway decaying

paper maches crumbled up in corners

door warmers

for whomever may enter

my personal favorite

I’m a hoarder now get the fuck off my property! 

-Dominic Charles

give me a reason to no longer care,

and I’ll paint the town red

paint the streets blue

show the world that I died for you

on edge, push me?

to never ending death,

cat lives and what have you

bedazzled by the vibrant red blood on your hands,

of all the broken hearts placed in it

-Dominic Charles

when I looked in her eyes

I just knew I had died

dived in the deep blue sea

surrounded by lashes of palm trees

a shark in a vanishing points distance

these vivid scenes

whatever they envisioned

there’d be rain if these tears formed

I just knew when she blinked her eyes

tears jerked

worked their way down her cheeks

decaying makeup

detaching from her chin

and rippling off the floor

once more

I had taken a pill

that was too tough to swallow

but this is my wife

who lives on the edge

her eyes always tell me first

-Dominic Charles

you ever seen a fire take control

just straight up engulfed in flames

yelling out each others names

but the sirens always overtake my screams

pleas to leave,

it first started in the kitchen over dinner

I forget what we were having,

I remember you coming across in a child like manner,

I would’ve assumed you were speaking Spanish,

as the flames increased in the living room

you couldn’t take my walking away and ignoring you,

there I was trapped,

but have you ever seen a fire take control? 

just straight up engulfed in flames..

-Dominic Charles

 dust anchored upon its caves

hung Charlottes web

particles create snow fall

cocked and loaded

with telescope vision

rust shedding ages of generation

trembling hands

make For a innocent killer

trembling hands

make for a innocent killer…

-Dominic Charles

We can not teach you what you do not know

 We can not expect for you to grow

however we can box you in

label you junky whore

exploring the galores

of what life has to offer

food for thought

and a penny’s worth

a string of gray hair

for your ounce of wit

as you can give to shits

about a care in the world

just know 

 you’re to young to have a baby girl …

-Dominic Charles

I spill from the soul

what reeks out of me

is the rotten truth

be told

everybody doesn’t look in the mirror

and face the ugly show

their too afraid those cuts and bruises

are a skin too deep

so what youre asking me, myself, and I

have three way conversations

asking one another

if we’re brothers sisters

always bickering

at each others throats

for better or worse

we took our vows

sworn in to presidency

to do right by mankind

blind of what really goes on

etched in stone

so they remember me, myself,  and I

are ending this conversation

lost in translation

pick up another language

never let em tell you what your aim is

shameless father’s

mother’s who try and supply for her children

pending court cases

of undeniable rapist

cant feel bad for the gays and atheist

thats their stand

up and fight for what you believe in

me? God

no one else

to blame for this outrage

engaged to be married

to the money

and its funny

how it reacts

to negatives positives

all makes for better picture

disconnect the antenna

make them guess

release the stress

cause i always do… whewww!!

-Dominic Charles

Eyes burning,

it is sleep that I desire

hearts on fire

it is love that we yearn for

flaws screaming to the surface

something that cant be adapted to,

who wears two right shoes…

muddy footprints in circular motions

yet we all lose focus

at the sight of something much greater than

as functions formed unattainable plans

Pet peeves in striking distance

its always me, who says lets try to fix this!