Four blue walls, four pink walls, three yellow walls, one green.
Moved everything across the hall got paint on the ceiling,
put pictures on the wall.
Went away, came back.
Took pictures off the wall, photographs of strangers.
Put them in a box, back of the closet.
She told me once that skeletons sleep there.
Seems peaceful.
Out of sight, never mind.
Lost my home, but found a new one.
If you lose yourself, check my closet.
a.bee
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
The world is my audience,
I am on stage,
No emotions left,
Just a puppet in a cage.
Reaching out,
Waiting for a hand,
The only one they give me,
Is clap and stand.
They try to break me,
Waiting for it to end.
But they cannot break,
What only bends.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
*Sink deeply
Into sleep and
Dream of
Bright places
Where you can rest
And write the pages
Of your life
You deserve
Reset your beating heart
To the beat of heavy rhythmic
Pleasure
And succumb to the voice
Of gracious mystic
Splendor
Let your eyes devour
The light of reflected dreams
And lungs gulp
What ink has already
Described
We'll find a way out
And dive deeply
Into the seas that surrounds
The souls of
True loves
Harmony*
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
Play her a simple melody.
Will write things with her movement.
Two thousand silent words with her body.
Has always been one with words.
Studies the curves of their backs and the lengths or their tails.
Her books climb ladders to the top shelf by themselves, everything needed bounded to their spine.
Keeps her teardrops in a jar by the bedside.
Lies awake, counting them.
Only reads her favorite stories, over and over,
until she falls asleep.
The mind of an insomniac is always in pain.
Favoring the moon? Or the sun?
One dies when the other is born.
Things inside my closet pt.1
Four blue walls, four pink walls, three yellow walls, one green.
Moved everything across the hall got paint on the ceiling,
put pictures on the wall.
Went away, came back.
Took pictures off the wall, photographs of strangers.
Put them in a box, back of the closet.
She told me once that skeletons sleep there.
Seems peaceful.
Out of sight, never mind.
Lost my home, but found a new one.
If you lose yourself, check my closet.
a.bee
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC