When I die, put my body in the earth
Without a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
Put me in the earth in jeans and a t shirt
The same way I lived
Tell my daughter she doent need my permission
To stay out late
To drink
To marry the man she wants
If I disapprove of him it's already too late
Tell my son to do away with formality
To buy dinner for the boy he likes
To hold the door open for everyone
And to never believe someone
When they tell him he’s a bad man
When I die, all my affairs might not be in order
But someone please put my body I'm the earth
Wthout a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
I’m running
Through a dense brush
Trees so thick I can’t see ahead
But daylight creeps in
Teasing me
Of salvation, with dehydration
I come to a clearing
Only to face desert
Blazing sun
Blaring noises
In my mind, driving me mad
Propelling my onward
Upward
Crashing back down
Arms outstretched
Soaring in my mind
Never leaving the ground
Feet aching, breathless and enduring
This fatigue
I think I can see the end
Just a line in the sand
This endless desert we cross
Until we close our eyes
That sleep we’ve been hiding from
Wake me up
Lace me up
Mess me up
I’ll just keep going
Until the daylight ends
Along with my lies
Across this terrain to your door
Fed up
Messed up
Please oh please
Knock knock
Open up
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC