S cape

S cape Mar 2017

She thought of you as Sunday morning
You thought of her as Friday night
You were her cup of coffee
She was your hangover delight
She wanted you every morning
You only ever wanted her at night
She wondered what she could do to make you see that
To clear your blurred vision of life
You never listened to a word she said
all you ever wanted to do was get to the bed
She exceeded your expectations
But you were too blind to see
She could've been your Sunday morning, your morning coffee and your favorite type of tune
She could've been your messy bed sheets, your comfiest pjs and your midday afternoon
She could've been that but you were too naive to notice
now she's spending Sunday morning with someone who treats her like java beans and omelets
While youre laying in a bed full of empty on Friday night

S cape Mar 2017

Ventriloquist

If you were a modern day ventriloquist
I would be your dummy
Responding to your every command
You have me at the tip of your fingers

S cape Mar 2017

Written all over him

He has broken written all over him
It twinkles in the soft sad glitter of his eyes
Like the saddest stars at midnight
Its shown in the restless bags laying beneath them
Painted in black resembling the empty void in his mind
Its seen in the vigorous shaking of his hands
Ready to self destruct like an earthquake
Its written the subtle curve of his lips
Positioned in permanent discontent
Its felt in his cold harsh exterior
Rigid and unapproachable
Its portrayed in his bitter treatment of this callous world
Its written in his hatred
He has broken written all over him and the pen is smeared in discontent
Its seen in his undeviated response to a world that has shattered him more than once
It is heard in the broken exterior of his voice
Stuttered in anxiety and hopelessness
It is seen in the raggedness of his clothes
Hanging off his helpless limbs
It shines in the grease of his long uncombed hair
He is unkempt but does not care
He cannot care
Each detail adding on to his broken image

Mar 2017

Shel Silverstein

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

S cape Mar 2017

in love with rejection

She falls in love with rejection
The lack of attention
She may need an intervention
But it cant be prevented
The mere mention
Of self descension
Wraps her mind in a new dimension
She falls for degradation
And cant help her fascination
She is stuck in a contravention
Which leads to sleep deprivation
He is not easy to fool
She thinks in admiration
She is in love with rejection and his never ending reprehension

#rejection

S cape Mar 2017

Untitled

Oh she was a people pleaser
She always got attention
But trust me it was always the best kind
She was a firefly in the darkest of nights
She spun heads and opened minds
When she spoke the whole place lent ears to listen
It didn't matter what she was saying
Her presence was pure interest
She was magnificent
She was a mystery that couldn't be solved
She was the girl that everybody wanted to be

S cape Mar 2017

Pathway to the past

Your thoughts are written in blue
Your gaze is easy to follow
Your eyes are a one way path
To the memories you once had
With the girl you once thought you loved
Your steps feel heavy with stones
Your mind seems to weigh more than it used to
You retrace your steps and beg for the best
But reality is not that easy to swallow
You end up in a coldasac
That transforms into a maze
You cannot relive the same memories
*They will never be the same