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Suddenly my body. I stand on the floor It's my home For now it's my home That's what we call it, When words are used to speak All those meanings we barely know Where this floor is i stand, My home. But there's a body between us In this world, my home, there's body between us, Road fence and time between us And a little grey but not in colour I was built to live only this day Not tomorrow or yesterday And when i look look look It seems like life lives his life in a tree Because that's where i've found it all Though who am i The world fits into both these eyes only when it ever stops changing But it It will never And maybe if then the world would recreate itself each day And how could we ever know In each day some theory could be truth They all have in  common that it brought us here today. No. Nonono. Only use the words that you can open into tunnels (but only if you want to) But where am i Here With the need to ecsape Yes First my body I wished it I wished Only if the cage were made harder on the ouside rather than the inside Then i might not be moulded Pressed into corners and outer edges First my body Escape escape escape Then find me someplace Oh wow never have i written words like this way now they are just like They are like like my feet walking and they take me Do i have to think to step No i do not, Only sometimes, Now, see? Words like foot steps on this day. My feet keep shaking now. Because there i am Listen, Leaving the world I see this blue arch That each day the sun kisses. And at least one thousand faces only I feel them smiling And of course there are birds Soundless ones If my pupils might draw lines into the sky as they followed They might leave trails there like a plane Carry all those lives i will never  know (just as the world does) So i kept breathing The world And the world was hard to breathe Like it was made for someone else. To the mirror and the window I almost searched I don't know where i find this person, Me. Where did i see them more. Find a safe space Hibernate. When my body runs, barely moving And the voice runs along there beside it (somehow i fall behind the world) Tells me "i need a place, i need a place, to hide, my very own place" Then it needs a place Place to hide You can see there In the pace Pacing On ground when it's too real on my feet and so Breathing and stepping. When my eyes are hard lakes and the tears grow around. Talking talking to myself Oh wow oh wow oh wow A den a den a den A space My place Place of my own and escape Oh wow. Hibernate. The smallest place to find some space. There, i find a need that's mine Growing in me Give me space, but none to move My guitar my blanket the headboard of my bed, They tell it to me nicely, (a gentle falling) But they won't hold me until. And they won't find The softer beating to put into this heart space Smoother air to feel in this mouth But cushions and cushions Cushions Every single one in this whole room Scarf pillow and duvet Piled in books and books Only these lights could glow somehow like a fire Little place i find myself Keep me safe from my own self But more so More so i'm sorry keep me safe from their every kindness. Little hidden place Walls of comfort Holds me even like this body Till this body shook and shook Tills the hands that grip it together slipped apart and they slip Till i slip through the fingers Of the words and sounds that are me But now here's a body. I think my back the bone Backbone won't hold me up alone. But there it is i'm not I'm not like a flag on a flag pole Some ribbon maybe Like a ribbon piece I see a willow fence Green and life A ribbon moves there And tied on a willow fence Am i a ribbon or like a handwritten wish I dont know I can't feel the wind. But the wind This thing with the wind It's told me things about myself But reallly what i look for I don't look, i don't look And if i lose my eyes i will see sunlight still And where it moves on my arms and on my legs. Shivering and shivering I do shiver I do dedicate my life to living But little Little place, Curled and curled and curled into myself until hardly a thing, Can i lose my eyes here But could i sleep and sleep and sleep in this body And in every space around it until i find i am awake.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
i don't want the title to be the first line today
Suddenly my body. I stand on the floor It's my home For now it's my home That's what we call it, When words are used to speak All those meanings we barely know Where this floor is i stand, My home. But there's a body between us In this world, my home, there's body between us, Road fence and time between us And a little grey but not in colour I was built to live only this day Not tomorrow or yesterday And when i look look look It seems like life lives his life in a tree Because that's where i've found it all Though who am i The world fits into both these eyes only when it ever stops changing But it It will never And maybe if then the world would recreate itself each day And how could we ever know In each day some theory could be truth They all have in  common that it brought us here today. No. Nonono. Only use the words that you can open into tunnels (but only if you want to) But where am i Here With the need to ecsape Yes First my body I wished it I wished Only if the cage were made harder on the ouside rather than the inside Then i might not be moulded Pressed into corners and outer edges First my body Escape escape escape Then find me someplace Oh wow never have i written words like this way now they are just like They are like like my feet walking and they take me Do i have to think to step No i do not, Only sometimes, Now, see? Words like foot steps on this day. My feet keep shaking now. Because there i am Listen, Leaving the world I see this blue arch That each day the sun kisses. And at least one thousand faces only I feel them smiling And of course there are birds Soundless ones If my pupils might draw lines into the sky as they followed They might leave trails there like a plane Carry all those lives i will never  know (just as the world does) So i kept breathing The world And the world was hard to breathe Like it was made for someone else. To the mirror and the window I almost searched I don't know where i find this person, Me. Where did i see them more. Find a safe space Hibernate. When my body runs, barely moving And the voice runs along there beside it (somehow i fall behind the world) Tells me "i need a place, i need a place, to hide, my very own place" Then it needs a place Place to hide You can see there In the pace Pacing On ground when it's too real on my feet and so Breathing and stepping. When my eyes are hard lakes and the tears grow around. Talking talking to myself Oh wow oh wow oh wow A den a den a den A space My place Place of my own and escape Oh wow. Hibernate. The smallest place to find some space. There, i find a need that's mine Growing in me Give me space, but none to move My guitar my blanket the headboard of my bed, They tell it to me nicely, (a gentle falling) But they won't hold me until. And they won't find The softer beating to put into this heart space Smoother air to feel in this mouth But cushions and cushions Cushions Every single one in this whole room Scarf pillow and duvet Piled in books and books Only these lights could glow somehow like a fire Little place i find myself Keep me safe from my own self But more so More so i'm sorry keep me safe from their every kindness. Little hidden place Walls of comfort Holds me even like this body Till this body shook and shook Tills the hands that grip it together slipped apart and they slip Till i slip through the fingers Of the words and sounds that are me But now here's a body. I think my back the bone Backbone won't hold me up alone. But there it is i'm not I'm not like a flag on a flag pole Some ribbon maybe Like a ribbon piece I see a willow fence Green and life A ribbon moves there And tied on a willow fence Am i a ribbon or like a handwritten wish I dont know I can't feel the wind. But the wind This thing with the wind It's told me things about myself But reallly what i look for I don't look, i don't look And if i lose my eyes i will see sunlight still And where it moves on my arms and on my legs. Shivering and shivering I do shiver I do dedicate my life to living But little Little place, Curled and curled and curled into myself until hardly a thing, Can i lose my eyes here But could i sleep and sleep and sleep in this body And in every space around it until i find i am awake.
CRAYON (basically this is one of my ones where my head was in a mad state)
#hide#thoughts#secret#insanity#escape#hiding#panic#place#den#crayon
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
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