Bobby Blues

Bobby Blues Oct 2015

And if I'm wasting my time,
then nothing could be better!
Than hanging on the line, and waiting
for an honest word forever.

And if you're saying goodbye...
Then please don't you think me bitter!
For recalling every rhyme:
From the book, the page,
the line, the word, the letter.

Well the windows turning blue.
And the waters are ever flowing!
And I hope I'm not a fool,
for laughing at myself
as you are going.

White Stripes: Wasting time (Harry Nilsson)

Bobby Blues Sep 2015

Empty space

There must be something seriously wrong,
to bring on something so lingering and strong:
A sad and sick song, sung from another place.

Survival seems secondary in that phase.
In this void, intensely empty space.
Where even time has a bitter taste.

Sep 2015

Cheyenne

May Your Eyes Deceive Me

Listen to your demons;
They have a lot to say.
Consider, now, the chaos:
It can take your breath away.

Play the devils advocate:
Be shocked by your own speech.
Play with fire, dance with monsters,
Contemplate what they preach.

Hear the echoes in the silence,
Though the resonance is faint.
See the figures in the darkness
Meaning light still remains.

Stare into oblivion.
Embrace the great abyss.
Find beauty in the question:
Can nothingness exist?

And you think it is as simple
As telling black from white;
Little do you know, my love,
That it's just a trick of the light.

#illusion #prejudice #misconceptions #bias

Bobby Blues Aug 2015

Not really helping

So when you loose your second closest,
and that state goes briefly unnoticed:

Then why oh why?!

Is your name again spoken,
and yet again I become broken.

Bobby Blues Aug 2015

My deep blue shade

I wish I could sing of no regrets,
nor of any emotional debts.
But as we kissed goodbye, the sun set,
and my heartstrings began to fret.

How am I not beset with regret?
You know, once it felt so right.
Back when I slept at night.

Your smile, so light and bright.
It outranks the world in my sight.
Then, this hopeless, helpless feeling...
It penetrates the floor through the ceiling.

Now, our shadow covers me.
And so now, we are history?

And all that I can ever be to you, is that darkness that we knew?
And this regret that I've come to grow so accustomed to? I had to.
And in my own way; In this deep blue shade: hope begins to fade.

And after the night, comes the day.
And my tears dry out on their own.

Props to Amy and Sivert.

Jul 2015

Ree

all about you

i. i wonder if you cared that i missed you when you constantly left but came back like the tides meet the sand for a second but you see, the difference between them and us is that they'll always be together because the moon knows they're meant to be
but what about you and me?

ii. the sun is always calling up the water to the clouds just to kiss the ground again but even you wouldn't take orders to see me again
and darling i've been feeling quite the drought without you
but who am i to force you to give me
life again?

iii. maybe someday i can imagine a future without you in it
waking up to a difference face
and wearing hoodies that smelled more like home than yours ever did
one day
i'll find it in me to forget you and everything that you are
but not today, my dear.

#love #heartbreak #ex #sadness #breakup #prose

Bobby Blues Jul 2015

War Zone Brawl

The thoughts are like bullets.
The ones that carry your name.
There are enough to continuously
entertain this sick brain like a bane.

It is all so bizarre.

Sometimes I´m in the trench,
trying to fight their clench.
But sometimes they come out of the blue,
kinda just like you, if only you knew.

The fronts are stale and the days feel pale.
My actions seem of little avail on this trail.
Besides, I can´t seem to find rest anywhere.
Maybe it´s because you are way over there.

And I am right here,
reliving an old nightmare.

Reminds me of boot camp, and crying rain.
The hours before the exam, the inexplicable pain.
Gazing eyes. Gaping smiles upon the wall.
A continuous fall, this war zone brawl.