Skeletal frames packed with flesh
Cranial membranes trying to cover the former
I can hear you
I can see you
but not long before I can smell you
One half sees the outside that you have created
My other half sees the foundation that you cover
How can you relate to people when you know them before you meet them
The closed eye blocks out words before I hear them
I don't need comprehension to keep up with your plight
Where are the others that can see through the light
Or is it just darkness seeping like a mist from my mind
I'll just flip a coin to decide if I'm one of a kind.
Déjà vu shakes my spine as I read and rewrite this
But only so many words can I stutter out
Just caught myself rambling again
Just go back to waiting on gravity to bring that coin back to my hand
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
Skeletal frames packed with flesh
Cranial membranes trying to cover the former
I can hear you
I can see you
but not long before I can smell you
One half sees the outside that you have created
My other half sees the foundation that you cover
How can you relate to people when you know them before you meet them
The closed eye blocks out words before I hear them
I don't need comprehension to keep up with your plight
Where are the others that can see through the light
Or is it just darkness seeping like a mist from my mind
I'll just flip a coin to decide if I'm one of a kind.
Déjà vu shakes my spine as I read and rewrite this
But only so many words can I stutter out
Just caught myself rambling again
Just go back to waiting on gravity to bring that coin back to my hand
poem inspired by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9GoWGnFzGA
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