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Allan Frei Mar 2019
you are resplendent light bounding across the gap between us
driving straight through the holes in my character
summoning my wicked shadow
at times ripping through my body like bullets
the speed of light
and speed of love
are increments faster than stinging words
for everything i am
it never feels like enough

me
familiar with the way i pity myself
i have to wonder if im wrong
if i really am the person im told about
and if i should dam the river my mouth is
so worried all else would cease flowing
Allan Frei Mar 2019
If we are shadow puppets
Life will never be in the moment
Destiny will change direction
And I’ll be held to its whims
Allan Frei Feb 2019
In my bedroom cathedral
I worship the future
I bargain with giants
I beg for my good fortune

All the while
Unaware of the rusting
The slow due decay
Of the groaning stilts
Allan Frei Feb 2019
When the dirt doesn’t know us apart
And ground we’ve tread is above
When trees grow and roots go through
All I’ve loved was all of you
When our light travels even at night
The love felt shall never perish
Allan Frei Feb 2019
12 times flipping an hour glass
And green apples just don’t turn red
I mean, how do you attack a shadow?
Lay down or turn out the lights I guess
Drift night to night
Except it’s more of the same
Future’s looking good as I’m looking out
Only a treadmill is a poor excuse for a marathon
Allan Frei Nov 2017
I don't fight for anything until it's time for fighting things
So that means I'm a haze
Push me over see
I'm a false wall on a set stage
I'm convinced I'm a method actor
But it's like going out for sunbathing except the sun has already set
Like going out, shouting when the street is empty instead
The revolution is long over
I'm a stray dog
I'm peddling to ghosts
Always too late to the punch lines
Beating me into shapes
Halfway and half assed
Listening to track 4 again and again
Bending my Rubber Soul to the whims
All my lazy heart is only beating because it has to
My whole body is
See through
Me and the attempts to be new
Only render failing
Each day newly
I'm just boring as paint
And she probably doesn't like my colors anyway
Not when you get down to it anyway
Allan Frei Feb 2017
Bustling tall building
Height of success
I'd climb it if I could
With my young hands
But the topic will digress

And take up an idle way
With some ADD
On OCD, undeserved
Funny how things are no matter
******* and your life

When work's to be done
Here's shying from, shirking from
Working until done
We can overcome

Right after this segment
Oh shh, show is back on
....


What was it we were fighting for?
Oh well, I forget it
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