Biography of Patrick Szwaja
I play guitar and am a pretty normal, if not subpar, dude. Twice high school dropout, unemployed, I spend most of my time running around with my friends, and in the spare glimpses between I like to write. Oh and all the titles on the pieces I chose to upload here are tentative, I usually don't title my poetry.
Patrick Szwaja's Works:
Patrick Szwaja Poems
None's No Less Than None.
broken bones, stitch by stitch left to die, inch by inch
no one symbolism.. no coherent simile.. not a beautiful metaphor, can bring you back to me.
The Lost Key
let’s make sense of the past sipping whiskey from a glass
as the waves of evil start to overcome
when i wake to apocalypse with the world crashing and burning
it was a simpler time, it was a better time but it’d be better if you were still mine
three drips means the body’s bleeding two means i’ve just begun
slowhand blues wisp across the evening waltzing with the summer breeze
voices screaming constant inaudible chaos welcome to a day in my head
fireflies spark in the fields like lovers truly in passion
She loves me now, she loves me not in the dark i’m left to rot
The Human Tragedy
Everyone points a finger. Everyone finds someone to blame.
Let there be nothing. For with nothing, we find peace.
I am a lone crow, lost in stormy skies Surrounded by that which I wish I could be.
a bloodspattered canvas adorns the wall
as if artistically aligned for the fall
every line so fluid, beautifully stark
it’s every essence accentuating the dark
and if i stare in abyss longer than time
i can almost make out what was once mine.