Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2017
Love
Always question what it is that I have to do to get things back where there needed to be at the mind is covers with spoke dreams that we are always chasing and seam to never make them come to life
the path that we go down is a road that we will have to find our own way thought  it
   the earth that we find our self standing so still on is burn the feet from under our self, the rain that some how coming from the ground up wounding why is it not falling from the darken sky above,
    looking in to the sky that once was there and know that this could just be a dream of its own, pinching your self to see if you are a sleep or awake and,
the pain is real as this life we have and know for a fact that its not a dream  we find are self began to float up in the darken sky that once was blue and now black,
   are worlds are not the same as we once thought it could be the world that u live on is so far different then the world that I live on and so hard to try to make it to your,
     to world in to different time and frozen in time and always question why is it that we cant find our self to one another so we just are there drifting in different ways trying to find one another.
Baby cakes 2016/1
Written by
Rebecca Flores  bakersfield ca
(bakersfield ca)   
392
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems