.
A week in my mind,
My body carelessly toured
My home
And the world through a screen.
I have been acting a moth on a wall
Repelling any movements,
An itch on my nose
Or a flutter of my devilish wings.
I drifted through the rooms,
Making a few grunts in response,
Words typed into measured boxes,
And my eyes cast down.
But on my wings,
Were two massive hidden eyes
Dressed as black spots,
Almost as if they were torn holes.
So things I saw,
I overheard,
I observed
And I scoffed at-
Two little glowing suns
Blinding, lay in a pile of meat.
Two little birds
That never got wings.
A digital document
Defining accomplishments of my life,
One big lie
I can't seem to correct.
One platform lined with
A millions dreams and secrets spilled.
That shuts down
Comes up but the dreams are tired.
One big assembly of happy feets
A roar of laughter at me.
An hour of lesson will be forgotten,
I was a case study.
One small group of broken souls
And delusional hearts
To keep up my past,
I abondoned.
One thin book
Parted in the middle,
Upside down
I can't seem to finish.
Two sore legs
And heavy thighs,
Chipped off nails
In an attempt to shed.
Given up ideas on paper
Stacked inside a drawer.
Dried off paint,
Major white spaces.
A swollen sky,
A blistering land,
Wilted plants.
Rain since morning today.
An unmed bed,
Pile of shirts in the chair,
Wires tangled on two tables.
A corner left to sit.
One dear friend,
Some unsaid words.
(I am a mess)
No point made (?)
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
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A week in my mind,
My body carelessly toured
My home
And the world through a screen.
I have been acting a moth on a wall
Repelling any movements,
An itch on my nose
Or a flutter of my devilish wings.
I drifted through the rooms,
Making a few grunts in response,
Words typed into measured boxes,
And my eyes cast down.
But on my wings,
Were two massive hidden eyes
Dressed as black spots,
Almost as if they were torn holes.
So things I saw,
I overheard,
I observed
And I scoffed at-
Two little glowing suns
Blinding, lay in a pile of meat.
Two little birds
That never got wings.
A digital document
Defining accomplishments of my life,
One big lie
I can't seem to correct.
One platform lined with
A millions dreams and secrets spilled.
That shuts down
Comes up but the dreams are tired.
One big assembly of happy feets
A roar of laughter at me.
An hour of lesson will be forgotten,
I was a case study.
One small group of broken souls
And delusional hearts
To keep up my past,
I abondoned.
One thin book
Parted in the middle,
Upside down
I can't seem to finish.
Two sore legs
And heavy thighs,
Chipped off nails
In an attempt to shed.
Given up ideas on paper
Stacked inside a drawer.
Dried off paint,
Major white spaces.
A swollen sky,
A blistering land,
Wilted plants.
Rain since morning today.
An unmed bed,
Pile of shirts in the chair,
Wires tangled on two tables.
A corner left to sit.
One dear friend,
Some unsaid words.
(I am a mess)
No point made (?)
Shoo me away
Or I will sit dormant on the wall for ages.
(The usual thoughts).
