Oct 2018
A lonely blue—- that swallows my tongue from tightly twisting,
A deep blue lost under the rolling weight of fog after Wednesday night.
A sudden silence playing hide n seek after dark..
I’m standing in a tall space in the green pits of my mind,
and theres an occupancy †hat cannot fit more than two hands and one breath.
A volcano of orange deep inside the holes of my eyes
A
if you look hard enough, it smells like oranges, burning,
like
Candles, when the power goes out on Thursday night.
Nothing—— except dark drops of tears on the lining of the forest leaves,
just— falling like dice, on a wooden coffee table outside of a loud house,
with no one inside.
An exceptional loud speaker radiating in the wet dirt,
Generating cold noises of forgotten memories
and all I could think of was the cigarette exhausting smoke into a space without me in it.
An ashtray hiding under the only tree slightly shorter than the tallest one,
but no one ever knew.
''''''Just a constant pit of black and grey that the sky took as its own identity.
Standing in the twilight of the mist where I forgot my name for more than a minute
And I never even saw you.
It was me,
mirrored in the dark autumn that I could only feel.
A place that did not exist for your feet to stand,
the face that would be swallowed in the quicksand of my green safe place.
Occupancy of my feet,
Population zero.
I was merely a figment of my own imagination,
as the star dust sat below the willows of the trees.
We were absolutely nothing,
learning to become the thin lines that outlined the branches to fit uniquely with each other.
A lovely blue— that electrocuted the puddles forming under the house that stood like a lonely heart.
A card game that never existed,
a play we were simply robbers for.
A toy ripped apart from love,
a **** I could never escape,
a girl robbed
a girl,
——***** ——-
I could never tell you that.
———————————-
A slight wind, she was,
Awaiting for the weight of Thursday morning fog.
Coexisting under the world,
IN a parallel universe that drew pain in abstract dreams.
A girl robbed of her own safe space,
a green
A deep Blue,
Staining my knees like A bruise.
Eyes lost in the fog of yesterdays rainfall.
A deep blue lost under the rolling weight of fog after Wednesday night.
A sudden silence playing hide n seek after dark..
I’m standing in a tall space in the green pits of my mind,
and theres an occupancy †hat cannot fit more than two hands and one breath.
A volcano of orange deep inside the holes of my eyes
A
if you look hard enough, it smells like oranges, burning,
like
Candles, when the power goes out on Thursday night.
Nothing—— except dark drops of tears on the lining of the forest leaves,
just— falling like dice, on a wooden coffee table outside of a loud house,
with no one inside.
An exceptional loud speaker radiating in the wet dirt,
Generating cold noises of forgotten memories
and all I could think of was the cigarette exhausting smoke into a space without me in it.
An ashtray hiding under the only tree slightly shorter than the tallest one,
but no one ever knew.
''''''Just a constant pit of black and grey that the sky took as its own identity.
Standing in the twilight of the mist where I forgot my name for more than a minute
And I never even saw you.
It was me,
mirrored in the dark autumn that I could only feel.
A place that did not exist for your feet to stand,
the face that would be swallowed in the quicksand of my green safe place.
Occupancy of my feet,
Population zero.
I was merely a figment of my own imagination,
as the star dust sat below the willows of the trees.
We were absolutely nothing,
learning to become the thin lines that outlined the branches to fit uniquely with each other.
A lovely blue— that electrocuted the puddles forming under the house that stood like a lonely heart.
A card game that never existed,
a play we were simply robbers for.
A toy ripped apart from love,
a **** I could never escape,
a girl robbed
a girl,
——***** ——-
I could never tell you that.
———————————-
A slight wind, she was,
Awaiting for the weight of Thursday morning fog.
Coexisting under the world,
IN a parallel universe that drew pain in abstract dreams.
A girl robbed of her own safe space,
a green
A deep Blue,
Staining my knees like A bruise.
Eyes lost in the fog of yesterdays rainfall.
