When you get to the very bottom of my soul
You'll find the walls are painted in rock 'n' roll.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Jester, Jester.
You don't humor me.
Hell, I haven't even laughed.
And still I am the fly
and you the light
and the window.
You show me wonders
but you trap me.
And all I want to be
is free.
So run! run! run!
Or I will.
That's my profession, after all.
I flee, I flee, I flee.
Up to the point
where I feel more at home
when I'm on the journey.
Because the only time
I recognise myself is then.
I have my only independence in my traveling.
One day I will take advantage of that
and disappear
Like smoke in the air.
The wind will carry me
And time and space will be infinite and all at once,
for I will be everywhere,
and will find... home
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
I smelled the smoke.
I saw the fire.
And yet I thought
'Let's play'
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
As I sit in this bar
Observing all the people fulfilling their roles
Rushing around, being part of their made up system
Looking like little working ants
I feel the difference between them and me
in my inability to find my place in this world
And therefore leaving the shore
Navigating myself into deeper waters
Swimming on the surface of the still ocean
waiting to sink in awe
And look! I found Atlantis.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
I wish I could fly
Through time and space
See the past and the future
And all the places I long for
And feel
Feel everything at once
Like a star that gives off its last light
And implodes
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Every person has scars.
Emotional baggage.
Broken.
Life is a jungle of thorns.
Looking out to destroy you, if you let it.
Broken.
Every person is interesting.
Fascinating, beautiful.
Broken.
I am afraid to be seen.
Afraid to be loved.
Broken.
They say you accept the love you think you deserve.
What does that even mean?
Broken.
People distract themselves. Look for perfect loves.
Look for someone to mend them.
Broken.
In the end you understand.
Only you can fix yourself.
Broken.
Even if your soul still aches,
your amazing spirit will love you, heal you, fix you.
If you think you deserve it.
And you do.
So you no longer are
Broken.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
All over sudden,
life got so real again.
One big confusing blur of a summer.
The bubble popped.
Here I am.
Fully aware of my unawareness.
It feels incredible to be awake.
And it terrifies the living **** out of me.
Every nerve of my body tingles.
I can feel life in each and every one of them.
Life is so present,
I almost think I'm in a dream.
In a koma.
Dead, even.
When was the last time I lived, anyways.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC