The area between clarity and
Indecision
Is where my mind always tends to stay
As it creeps into this colorless
Vision
Time melts and one night can turn into days
Grey Gray Grey
Bleeds into the fabric of my mind
Dying everything its bland yet putrid color
Ambiguous gestures
and a fleeting glance
Wrap their fingers 'round my neck
and they smother
Creativity, Life, Solitide
Noise Noise Noise
Blocking my creative release
As the muttled disposition
that my body defaults to
displays a disgruntled
shoe salesman
No one guesses at,
Knows what I go through
No one reads past the grey
Dissolution and no one
can see the clarity
In a cup of water with
stirred in dirt
The dirt keeps on swirling
and refuses to settle
To see the pearl
in the bottom of the glass
becomes impossible
The little pearl of hope
its white irradescent
luminescence
That reflects everything in
a milky white silk gaze
But no one can see it
past the grey gray muck
of muddled inquisition
of a muttered note of
agreeableness
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
The area between clarity and
Indecision
Is where my mind always tends to stay
As it creeps into this colorless
Vision
Time melts and one night can turn into days
Grey Gray Grey
Bleeds into the fabric of my mind
Dying everything its bland yet putrid color
Ambiguous gestures
and a fleeting glance
Wrap their fingers 'round my neck
and they smother
Creativity, Life, Solitide
Noise Noise Noise
Blocking my creative release
As the muttled disposition
that my body defaults to
displays a disgruntled
shoe salesman
No one guesses at,
Knows what I go through
No one reads past the grey
Dissolution and no one
can see the clarity
In a cup of water with
stirred in dirt
The dirt keeps on swirling
and refuses to settle
To see the pearl
in the bottom of the glass
becomes impossible
The little pearl of hope
its white irradescent
luminescence
That reflects everything in
a milky white silk gaze
But no one can see it
past the grey gray muck
of muddled inquisition
of a muttered note of
agreeableness
Written: July 26, 2009
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