06/05/17

I know no one; it is very awkward;
They threaten to take our phones.
Such foolish tyranny.
Rambling people are  around me.
It is unsettling to say the least.
Loud.
I hope I make new friends though it seems highly unlikely.
The jester laughs at the fool's misfortunes.
I feel like myself more when I surrender to the voices in my head.
They know me better than I know myself.
I am ashamed;
As I profusely try myself.
**The words I write are uncanny

I gave you all I ever had
You told lies I never heard
Seeing your perfect smiles
Was my greatest fun glance
The moonlight play I missed
Those hide and seek I missed
My broken tears I'm filled
Now loneliness I feel

I won't bleed
So don't worry about me;
I won't bleed
So it's fine if you hurt me

I won't feel
When you leave me
I won't see
The treacheries you'll be giving me

So let me rot
In my pedestal
Let them do what they want to me, it's fine
I don't bleed

I won't bleed
No point worrying about me;
I won't bleed
So hurt me

I won't bleed
My blood won't come gushing out
On the wounds and scars
You made for me

I won't bleed
So do as you please
I won't bleed
I'm already dead

A turn of the phrase
can turn the mind
Opening it
to before unknowns
Never to return
To it's original shape
And squeezed limitations.

©  2017 Jim Davis

when time collides with you
you begin to listen

within this listening, long enough
silence will allow you to enter

everything has its song
and you poet needs must sing it

not for nothing were you born
not for nothing do you listen.