these, these,
knock
this stranger's words on my screen
knock
reminding me of me
knock
In my stomach, a sinking
slow
In my chest heavy. Shoulders
solid
want to crunch into each other
want to erase
Helpless sad
pain from
leans bone into back
your words
back-bent behind birds and beeches
I found
Dreaming for seasons, I
the sun
miss the sun
speak
silent
please
miss the days I numbed myself while it was cloudy
I'll drown
even with a good chance of clearing up before noon, I
in your words
don't remember any of them
remembering
The flavor of my thoughts
not
was lost
What do you say to the corpse that is lying in your grave?
caustic
You learn to accept that you're still here.
golden
You look yourself in the mirror and decide each day that you'll
stay constant
shake love out of your living limbs
sorrow
into the earth
love
with each step.
is like
Step.
DANCING
You become grateful for the beat.
move with me
Beat.
&
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
these, these,
knock
this stranger's words on my screen
knock
reminding me of me
knock
In my stomach, a sinking
slow
In my chest heavy. Shoulders
solid
want to crunch into each other
want to erase
Helpless sad
pain from
leans bone into back
your words
back-bent behind birds and beeches
I found
Dreaming for seasons, I
the sun
miss the sun
speak
silent
please
miss the days I numbed myself while it was cloudy
I'll drown
even with a good chance of clearing up before noon, I
in your words
don't remember any of them
remembering
The flavor of my thoughts
not
was lost
What do you say to the corpse that is lying in your grave?
caustic
You learn to accept that you're still here.
golden
You look yourself in the mirror and decide each day that you'll
stay constant
shake love out of your living limbs
sorrow
into the earth
love
with each step.
is like
Step.
DANCING
You become grateful for the beat.
move with me
Beat.
&
