At first sight
it might seem tempting.
But we've been fooled for so long
that neither more we care.
My lucid thoughts
I carry inside the pocket
of an old coat,
because I don't wanna seem a philosopher.
We know how wrong is
the way by which we follow.
But the necessity of locomotion is
what provokes that.
We know how useless is
to look for another exit,
another answer or solution,
even knowing that existing is the solution.
when she talks
even about the most unimportant things
full of adoration
her hair away
as she waves her hands about
describing her day
full of love
he slings an arm
around her shoulders
while she walks
along the hallway
next to him
full of admiration
the story of love
in the winter
kept both of them warm
it was just
the way he looked at her
like she was the most precious thing ever
Where am I going, what do I seek?
Do I truly inherit it all if I'm meek?
And if I inherit all this, the earth,
Do I stay the same or encounter rebirth?
Am I meek if I'm gullible and get pushed around,
Or am I meek if I rise up and stand my ground?
I want to open eyes, to show others a way,
To let them truly see their lives surpass day to day.
your name rings so loudly
in my mind
that i cannot hear anything else
your touch was like a
roundhouse kick to my brain
short circuiting everything inside
your love was like a glacial age
your cold nature
sucked everything in dry
your departure was like a nightmare
one where time is elapsed
and you don’t remember my name -
you don’t like me like that.
Hes right there
Shes right there
Just across the way
He looked at me, I hope he didn't notice me blushing
She looked at me, I hope I didn't blush
He blushed when he looked into my eyes
She blushed and I realized that I was blushing too
She smiled at his blushing and giggled a bit
I blushed deeper as she smiled, and I smiled back
He smiled back
She was smiling
I probably looked stupid
But I don't care
I love him
I love her
But he doesn't see
But she doesn't see
I hope he likes me back
I hope she likes me back
This whole thing may have been a bad idea
What if my heart gets broken again?
Stop thinking that
It'll be worth it
That's why you fell in love in the first place right?
I have ironed, when
I am wearing this shit out-
When I’m wearing it, inside-out,
To go where, out and be… where it’s
Already been, and already seen with,
…everything it has already been?
I’m wearing it out, inside.
I am wearing out.
I ironed it out.
And there was nowhere I’d rather go than when I went, and I felt comfortable, in that.
For nowhere did I ever go, in life, did I feel comfortable in myself.
When they asked about my whereabouts…
Today, on the Fourth,
I went out.
Past, a barn door
I painted a shy colt, me, by it, passed out
My least red hand, striped it, and I escaped.
In the one way out, I had an easy route,
Find solace in isolation and the dark
Light a candle, then blowing out
Wrapped around the
dry wind tunnel
in that door
a large funnel
bleeds all up into a ball
stands in pubs to scrawl:
To be me, was to be curious takes this place: ‘never felt I could go’
when this someone leaves, I will take a piece of them with me!