A s p a c e y feeling
I can not form words
to describe
How out-of-this-world
my presence
transcends
I'll hold together my chest
if you can handle
my heart
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Phrases that I've longed to hear,
he has lined with my left ear.
Never done to create your own
I wait for a sign; maybe tuckered eyes.
Strained conversation,
oh I do dwell.
It is time to make cinch,
it is time for // time for bed.
Only to resume this talk of a rising tide,
repeatedly in my ponderous head.
(c.b)
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
I'm baffled by;
You and your condescending timbre,
your wayward ways.
Which so often leave my psyche meandering,
in that same swoony daze.
(c.b)
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Peculiar is it —
the effect of another set of limbs.
More often than not, take their toll over us.
beyond bodies, hollow
bones, frail
A casual vacancy which soon prevails.
Translucent tethers, often bound
Maps are drawn by the lines of an idle frown.
Rhythmic lullaby hidden behind a tired wheeze
I disappear,
beneath your crown.
What I'm trying to say here is that your
limbs,
they captivate me and hold my body down.
They piece my bones until I'm me again
and
allow my worn out strings
to reach ubiquitous ground.
(c.b)
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
roll over
rest on my side of the bed
tear soaked pillow
nothing new
every problem marked on this mocking wall
their solutions dance in my head.
but i would mind to tell you because
our supposed tether
is enough for now.
(c.b)
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC