I read the words of strangers
And so many of them ring in my mind,
Exploding with the exact memories of someone I have never met
That mimic mine so closely.
Sometimes I even think for the split second of reaction
That someone I knew might have written these words
And then all sense returns and I realise it is simple similarity.
Suddenly the wave breaks.
I was well and now I'm not.
I was floating, even drifting,
But then the vicious white surf tickles my hair,
As I look up to see the entire body of the wave collapse on me.
And below the water,
Watching the submerged air bubbles all around,
I realise I'm alone again.
The past has past,
and from it I have decided to flee.
I no longer care about what
So, don't wave your history at me.
Technology is supposed to
lessen the load,
and somehow make us feel free,
But all I see are chains and rooks.
So, don't wave your gadgets at me.
In the educational system I trusted,
through it the world I could see,
But now I know
it's all a show.
So, don't wave your grades at me.
Poetry is an acquired taste;
As dead as it can be,
But write we still,
As words can kill.
So, don't wave your lines at me.
In love I used to trust;
the one and only key.
But then I learnt,
and caring was burnt.
So, don't wave your happiness at me.
You came unexpected and briefly;
Like the sun on a cold winter's day.
You dived and soaked in the waters,
and caused ripples through and through.
Changing the surface for a brief moment of eternity.
Now you've bathed and done;
had your fun.
For this I decree:
I am the errors you left me
So please do not wave at me.
your hands they work like levees
and you stop me when you've had enough
build up my walls cause you couldn't handle it all
monsters hide under me
lurking in the darkest corners
inching towards the faintest smell of blood
crave the warmth between their teeth
but your hands
they work like levees
when you've had too much
it will not be enough.
i will sneak in through the smallest crack
if you give me the chance
walls will crumble like babylon
and i will be relieved
i will get everything i need
not too much
i will snap your hands
smash your levee down
What am I
if not a longing soul
Knowing where there's
life, fire, worship, lust
and I may not have any of
I am in
what all too few know
but many should learn,
that which is called
a brain reboot
the grestest joy of the world
simply can't be had
by me for a spell
I tell mysrlf.
"Your time shall come"
and then I realize