Music in the night time. Just me and all the words written and sung by poets alike. Nothing is together but everything is calm. Somewhat scattered peacefully around me. My head is rested on a pillow but my mind frantic and the only way to calm ease this rush is by giving it a rhythm to think to; for the impulses to dance and sing along as they move ufrom cell to cell.
Suddenly I realize that I am at my best when the powerful voice of silence washes through me. Shadows accompany me on my quest in darkness but they stand around me like ghosts, ghosts of which only silhouettes can be seen.
Silhouettes that are mainly composed of excess musical notes that escape through my earphones and travel to a place where they belong. As the shadows move swiftly around me, they are powered by the harmonious hum they produce. The rest of existence is shut out and paid no mind to. At an occasional break, the silence that is outside of my earphones remains awkward.
Outside, with everyone else, and where I am lonely, I hear trees sing and dance to my music. Perhaps their scrambling frantic minds can only rest in the silence where there is rhythm, or it could be that they have adapted to my religious routine of rhythmic thoughts and they, each night, dance and hum to it to put their rustling, busy-bodied leaves to sleep for the eve.
And when the inflow of magical music comes to a gradual halt, the trees outside know to wake up and continue to dance in unrest during day. I understand, because I am shown in the same light and only at night, my willow friends and I put our souls to rest and we sing and sway with the night, calm, until our calculated dance routine is interrupted at wake. Tonight again...
It's 11:55 and
i'm just calling to tell you
how much I miss you
and wherever you are
your phone is ringing and
you're probably wondering
why I'm calling so late at night
and you're probably out
hanging with all of your new friends
or gazing at a boy you like
you might even be
laughing with the people
you call your family
while i'm sitting here
and i'm just calling you
because right now I feel suicidal
I feel so lonely under this roof
we both once slept under
and I know
that you are probably out
living your life
and thinking that I should do
just the same,
but I can't help but sit here
because I miss the only person
who gave me a reason to live.
and I'm just calling to tell you
that you need to come home
because mommy and daddy
and for once you're not
here to save me.
and I'm just calling to tell you
that depression is taking over
and it's trying to turn my mind
against my own body
and it's winning.
Smiling, tiny shiny balls
Hanging on a dark, lonely ceiling.
The night dances as the wind sings.
A guest, ancient but unknown
Has came to steal.
crying at 4am, glass of vodka by her side and your letter in her mind
her memories of you flick through her mind like waves of salty relapse
an ocean of blankets surround her fragile limbs; cold
knobbly knees and awkward hugs
pale bones and lonely hearts
You once used to be,
A very close friend to me.
I trusted you,
Never to realise till now that I shouldn't have.
You violated my trust,
You broke my heart.
And things between us will never be the same again.
Now I'm living life in a lonely corner,
I sometimes sit and ponder,
Where have you gone to?
I see you brush past me,
Smiling and laughing along with those bitches,
Already long lost, gone with the wind.
has sharp colors and
places deep where faces hide
places forgotten where even the hopeless dream
calling out along the night breeze
she held hope to hear answer that never came
she held out against fear and dared to dream
and then she found poems scrawled on the walls
a wordsmith who spoke to her soul
and she knew
opulent places of exquisite beauty
and desolate strip malls
with a single shopping cart in the empty
she climbed in and he pushed
her faster and faster
laughing free they
conquered the night and smiled
up at stars
two am in the summer is a palace
of the hopeful romantic
of the lonely shuffler dance seeking a song
and in the depths of hollow night
anyone even i can find a reason to endure
even i can seek a hand to hold
opulent palaces of the soul
and the magic is the heart that wanders
the hour with love in his or her mind
and the suburbs are filled with distant sounds
the ever flowing highway
to the shuffle of the man carrying his home into
the depths of the night whistling a song of youth
the suburbs are moving in slow motion on the nightbrezze
two am and a shopping cart
lean down and kiss her
and in that moment love everything in the hope
and wonder you see in her eye
even a shadow like me could find life there
even a remnant like me could see a future there
I painted flowers on the wall
I drew my dream house on the door
I created a picture puzzle on the floor
Played them all by myself
My nanny didn't understand me
She didn't learn about creativity
She just stood at a corner watching me..
I just hoped for a second she would join me...
A lonely child I was...
Talking to myself, mumbling, singing...
Playing with my imaginary friends
I built this magic land out of imagination
I was the queen, the king, the prince , the princess..
Just to mention a few human characters...
Every time I stepped into this mansion
It grew bigger, slightly bigger than before...
Every time I was taken outside, Which was hardly,
My eyes hurt, my skin cried in pain...
My nanny rushed me inside..
The door was closed before me...
She bathed me quickly,
Rubbed ointment on my skin,
Dressed me and put me to sleep
The next day I was told again to play all by myself
again in this creepy dark room
The street lights are rather lonely this time of year
Faintly glowing among the humid summer transition
They’re calling out the names of my friends and memories
Quoting verses written by Bukowski
“there’s no chance
we are all trapped
by a singular
They drift down
Hauntingly with a dulled yellow hue
Softer than a whisper and fainter than a feather
“I always had this certain
I wouldn’t call it
Sometime’s I’ll lay under them on nights I could be out partying
I’ll lay down and listen and reminisce
Walking through this town
Talking about this place
We’re all hoping to become Streetlights
Was walking in a street one day
Nowhere to go, no one I knew
Heading to the unknown world
Hoping for nothing,
zero expectation ,
My head was empty
My heart sang a lonely song
I became a beggar not by choice
Lost everything in a stupid bet
Ended up in a lonely street...
Friends became enemies
Relatives deserted me
My wife changed her surname
My kids told friends their dad was dead
My thirst , my hunger was haunting me
and starvation killed my sleep
Sky was home, bus stop was bed...
Damned hungry... damned tired
Should I call Pizza Hut delivery?
checked my pocket...
hoping for a dollar or two
Shit! There was a big hole in my pocket!
What choice did I have now?
They all said " Beggars can't choose."