I was growing a flower,
I gave it all a flower may need,
but I never saw its bloom
because all along it was a ****
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
rumble and thunder,
on top and deep under,
furiously,
ardently,
tenderly.
I wonder.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
And I spend my days, half-asleep, half-possessed
swimming in a lake of knowledge
without reaching the land of calm.
Some days, I daydream
about a walk in the woods
not having to survive
this immense pond of words,
and names, and numbers, and punctuation marks.
I often get lost,
more often than found.
My reality is a whole,
but my mind is in parts.
I can hardly find my sleep any more
for I need my head to always chew
the crumbs and bits of my everyday,
for I dwell into forsaken worlds,
lost forever in the past.
A promenade in the blue forest
of a boundless cauchemar,
I swing from one root to another
never quite finding any amends
for the bitter precipitation
in my candidly exhausted eyes.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC