Once I loved to
act. Do impressions,
impress others with my whim
now I don't do that
my ability to charm is slim
I would laugh, and make faces
in all kinds of places
and in all kinds of spaces
I'd go do these faces
Now I don't do that
when I try I fail
my throat clogs with phlegm
and my jokes have gone stale
Once, recently I tried
I got a laugh, it was great
my heart fluttered with excitement
it might not be too late
I went on and on,
having a great time
when the day was over
I went to bed
Thought about how
great things were
thought about how
I would be back for sure
I haven't tried since then
my one shot at revival
I am lonely again
my whit is archival
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
My fingers are birds
flying over white and black
taking steps, whole and half
My foot is a pedal
press it, change the sound
My eyes are a barcode scanner
that see repeated change
My body is a metronome
swaying side to side
While notes and chords fill
my head's inside
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
As I look up, sad,
snap. nerves snap and neurons in my head,
finally I am there
I know what I want, nay, need.
It is connection, to sink myself into
the roots of the Earth and it's societies
take steps, whole or half
and just be
be connected
stay connected
alas, distraction.
always distractions. never can I stay.
never do I have control.
can I return?
spiraling. thoughts evolve and yet decay
all while
I think, am I ruined? why do this to myself?
connect. feel. enjoy. last. love.
ignore all else
deep, true
connections
they have it, they can do it
why don't I have it
it is too soon, time will pass I will get there once
again I assure myself but when, when will it be real?
I worry that it's over, I worry that I'm alone.
how does it work, why can't I find it
be connected
stay connected
connect
notes up and down guide me through
that gray matter that
dark gray matter
the Encephalon.
it does not matter
it will get better
connect
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC