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D Baby Bey Sep 2018
Who am I in the stillness,
when things get quiet.
With nothing to divert to.
When it's only me, and I,
in the empty spaces.
The personas, dropped.
I find myself reaching.
For something, anything.
I can't bear to be alone.
I'm addicted to distractions.
The sober silence scares me.
Who am I in the stillness?
Am i just so empty?
grasping at anything to feel full.
Am I afraid of who I've become?
D Baby Bey Sep 2018
I'll be who you want me to be,
if you give me what I desire.
I'll wear the mask.
I'll do the dance.
Powder my rotting face.
This corpse will be your puppet.
I want a new life.
This one was on discount...
Tired of being a second hand man.
How I feel going into job interviews...
D Baby Bey Sep 2018
absorb my grayness
smear me across your canvas
let it cut through the colors
a contrast sharp and clear
D Baby Bey Sep 2018
Reflections in a puddle
distorted curiosity
there's more truth
to these ripples
than my mirror
D Baby Bey Sep 2018
pull me close, and grip me tight.
for as soon as you've got me
i'll dissolve in your palms.
like an hourglass,
sand running
your fingertips;
my silken shadow will drape.
leaving you empty as a drum.
D Baby Bey Sep 2018
I sit by the stream
and listen.
lapping the rocks,
like children's feet
patting across the pavement
on a summer afternoon.
listen–
you can hear the laughter;
little giggles.
jumping and playing
as it flows by.
D Baby Bey Sep 2018
Deep blue waters.
The surface looms above.
Ever elusive, just out of reach.
A glint of light, blue-green,
shines down upon me;
like layers of thick glass.
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I sit at the bottom.
Calm.
Shimmering shades of cyan dome around me
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