morallygray

morallygray 15h

Water

A river between us
becomes a coast
when drowning in tears
A seashell at my feet
To hear the ocean calling
When only your sobs fill its void

morallygray 4d

Napkin

In a field, with just you and me
with birds and bees
as far as one's eye can reach
So real yet a picture that haunts me
Stationary, yet you move me
So deep I stare into you
Hoping to be the ant at your feet
or maybe the tree you lean on
I put you up to my mouth with hands behind
So that you can touch my lips and i can hold your head
thank you for keeping me clean

I wrote this about my friend's napkin of a scenic landscape of birds etc. Sidenote: she collects napkins. Isn't that sick?

#napkin

morallygray Apr 17

Amber

Poetry of you and me
Behind eyelids forever to see
In which darkness takes us over
Where it's not cold and we are sober
Insecurities become butterflies in our stomach to be set free
and we will spit them out to become empty
God knows what metaphor you are
through his voice your beauty's never marred
should I need to pave every brick 1000 times over
I will make your first step so much closer

morallygray Apr 12

Rot

I sit head in hands
to contain myself
because I'm sinking within
I can feel the rot take over me
It has turned a sunrise to an overcast
the song of morning doves to a cacophony of yells
Should I seek flesh for help
I realized their eyes have become binoculars
And their love to merely words
So I will lay here with the earth
Hoping something beautiful may emerge from me
So that the rot may die and never touch another

morallygray Mar 29

cold

face to wall
with its morning dew
feels like your sweat
to hide tears
to coax dry lips
into speaking
like a hand
brushing my face
your fingers
in every drop
in rain you speak
you cover me
you save me

morallygray Mar 21

trapped

I wish I could spill out onto a page
melt into the lines
and give you the meaning that way
but I am confined to words
these auditory hallucinations impersonating symbols
Maybe you could find it in my eyes
But I think you'll never find it at all
Not until I am words on a sheet
with two dates
one of air and one of earth
Should you shed a tear
feel fire too
Feel for the world as I could not

morallygray Mar 19

Untitled

what of birds eye view
when one vision comes back through you
what of red what of yellow what of blue
when color strips in place of you
what of peace what camaraderie does befall you
before your mind was annexed by what you thought truth