Can you hear the cry
of the emptiness?
"You're pushing me
Out"
Can you
Feel the pressure
Of the open sky?
"Darkness is pushing me out"
Is the horizon still
Hidden
Behind empty wishes
"Save my soul from
Superstition"
Can your senses
Awaken
Beneath the rough blanket of
Life
Or does it suffocate you
Gradually
Pushing you
Out

Life's ****** up
Our generation's biggest concern is filling up that red cup
Cuz we only speak out when we're getting served but we're fed up
We're trippin over our wishes cuz we were told to keep our heads up
Caught up with superstitions cuz we ran out of good luck
We're stuck inside a cage built up by satisfaction
Our conscious swallowed the key to the lock, call it desperate to a fraction
Yeah our thoughts are divided, our priorities are split
Too busy calculating how to not give a ****
We're embedded with the mindset that you can't lose if you quit
Our opinions sold out yeah we're morally ******
Cuz going with the flow garuntees open doors
So give in to your social addictions
Swallow it down with a smile and call it moral affliction
Don't worry about the obvious contradictions
How you feel and what's real only increases the friction

The moon shines bright tonight
Above the ruined town
But moonlight can't hide the night
As darkness dances down

Fear fabricates factious fragments,
futile for fulfilling faded fantasy's forlorn figures.
Few find faith from forecful feelings..
farewell forces fugitive faces-
forging faulty formality,
finesse fights failure for fame,
fortifying forgotten promises.

Do the seasons know they're changing
As summer fades to fall
Do the leaves notice they're fading
As the wind sounds its desperate call

Snow encompasses the sidewalk
But beneath it, remains pavement
Covered with residue of faded chalk
Vibrant before winter claimed it

Beneath the leaves of autumn
Lay withered shades of grass
Hidden and forgotten
A reminder of seasons past

Yet soon the frost will pass
As will the month of december
For time is seen through a foggy glass
Much easier to experience than remember

So paint your fields will daffodils
Crowd the dusk with light
Open up to the subtle thrills
That only know day and night

Lose yourself in the moment
Yet don't forget to remember
Life isn't merely a seasonal component
Trapped inside a perpetual ember

Structure and conclusions
Are no friend of mine
For the precision of allusion
Does not correlate with my mind

I’ve lost you beneath my words, my dear,
As similes drown your voice.
I’ve murdered you with metaphors,
You left me with no choice.

I’ve remembered you with language,
As I recreate what you never said.
I’ve painted you with prose, alas,
Holding you captive in my head.

I’ve carved you out of daydreams,
By whittling away at the tangible.
Everything is always what it seems,
As long as it is deemed manageable.

Oh, I’ve set free you’re emotions,
And the feelings which you’ve evoked.
By drowning you in the ocean,
Of the language which you provoke.

© Meka Boyle