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376 · Jan 2011
nightmare
midnight prague Jan 2011
its 6 am and last night I saw your face in my sleep
I ran to you, like a murderous child
holding on to his mother after days of being lost
I smiled and opened my hands
and showed you all the things you have missed
since you have been gone
you smiled
and my heart felt heavy
I didnt know how I stood
or how I awoke
374 · Dec 2010
To be continued 2
midnight prague Dec 2010
I am accompinied by the thoughts
that have made us up

the air moves in simple
ways around strands of my body
and it pushes off a cool

there is no room for detail in the castle
no room for words of the shameful

my feet will depart this land
shake this land
I am an orchestra in the clouds
thoughts race when you dont turn around
to observe the entire life of one simple human
being left behind
yourself
I will stray on land that has many more footprints left behind on it
and let it consume me


I find myself in a different color
with minds from another place

I practice spells in haste

I plan the days to come
where that mind dosent exist
build a little butterfly garden with a pinch of Zen
sit behind the bar stare at the men

lay down with a pen in my hand
in a place where its only me again
again and again
369 · Nov 2010
The last.
midnight prague Nov 2010
I have wrote of you like night and day
expressed my passion of words to you
like poets of the universe
darkly
dimly
in space I reach for the furthest star now
away from you
you are now but a planet ****** into a black
hole laying somewhere deep in my unconscious
forgotten
stricken.
364 · Nov 2010
Home
midnight prague Nov 2010
strangers meeting on the wrong path
but going to the same place
I asked what its all about,
this glorifying race

built beneath the soles of ancient people
who call me every night in my dreams
to tell me,
that there was once a light
and that everyday the passes it goes deeper and deeper into
this black cave

for our world is changing in all the wrong ways

I tell you I have been weary for days and days
you called me to tell me it would be okay

I just want to tell you trembling like a leaf in a storm
I laughed and talked about how i just wish I was home
and smelled the stench of fresh cut green grass

with the thought tickling my tongue
I realize that very rare good things last
some go bad
and some are still great


my thoughts are more confused than my words
and I know sometimes I may sound absurd

but forgive me for saying that once I lied and said I never heard what I heard
and that I really am lonely
and that I really dont know what I'm living for

— The End —