Like a playful child
I zigzagged across blue streets and corners
to the soundtrack of my soul I
pedalled till my mind went blank
pedalled till my legs were burning
pedalled till I reached that hill
and when I reached that hill
I closed my eyes.
and in full surrender
I took my hands of the breaks
and embraced the spirit of the wind
hearing her voice in my ears
as she took my fear away from me.
My biking soundtrack:
- David Bowie: Heroes
-The Smiths: There is a Light That Never Goes Out
-The Cure: Just Like Heaven
-Pearl Jam: Last Kiss
-Third Eye Blind: Semi-Charmed Life
-RHCP: Bicycle Song/ The Zephyr Song/ Dark Necessities
-Taylor Swift: False God/Cruel Summer/ Out of The Woods
-Artic Monkeys: 505
- Foster The People: Pumped Up Kicks
The thud of my body echos in the room.
The impact takes my breathe away.
The cold temperature of the floor welcomes me.
It brings me back to the surface of reality.
My lungs try to draw in air with no success.
My gasps are short and empty.
I can feel my heart race.
It jumps out of my chest.
Before I can recover, I feel the second blow.
The sickening noise bounces around room.
I know you are just getting started
I know it won't be my last.
Your foot connects rapidly with my body.
I can feel your toes individually.
I can feel the flex that they make against my ribs.
Your nails cut my skin like butter.
I can feel the pain spread like a wildfire across my body.
The flames sink deep into my core.
It shows me no mercy, as it scorches my body.
With each lick of pain, my screams increase.
My screams are a melody to your ears.
They mix well with the chorus of your yelling.
Everything blends with the bass of my body.
The song encourages you speed up the rhythm.
Eventually time seems to stop.
The world becomes silent.
The picture frame begins to blur.
Darkness has chosen to draw the final curtain.
As I listen to music
My heart begins to steady
Patience begins to run thick
The stress isn’t as heavy
Starting to think of her
The girl of my dreams
For she is the cure
For life’s negative beams
I wish I could talk to her
In this very moment
My eyes are filling with tears
I would give every cent
To fall in love with her
All over again
I heard it from three stories above
Candlelight sparkling dark windows of dawn
A melody, murderous sounds of a dagger
Brutal weeps of ripped strings in mourn
The man haunts in song, in laughter
Hums quietly, in his staff he banters
With a violin he slaughters
I wrote on your back words of a bygone era,
Back when we were a a collusion in the making
Not souls, not cells, not matter
Yet by then, Nabokov had already met Véra
And to her, he wrote about a strange joy
Ane what he knew right when he met her:
He only ever existed within her eyes,
He was only ever seen through their letters
I’m not sure you hear the same notes,
And I want to be a lover, not a beggar
I want hear the songs of your thoughts
On a loop, growing louder, forever
you sit and eat cereal off my floor.
talk about the way it was before
I know your soul like I know no man's land
You know little about me.
you sit and eat cereal off my floor.
I talk about the things i want to be
ode to the peach tree,
sage leaves and chai tea,
to learning how to play guitar,
to undressed, endless summers
wherever you are.
I'm bitter without you
I can't live with you
or live without you
I'm in love
and in hate
but so bitter
I am a vinyl that’s warped
Left out in the sun
By your careless thoughts
Now I wobble & my lovesong sounds awful
With the surface noise burying my voice
I know you aren’t hearing me at all
So put me away for a rainy day
I’m that ****, I don’t have a sleeve to live in
Put me on the shelf with your unfinished paintings
Leave me for dust and forget I existed
But if you can hear me, even if I’m crackly
You have to promise me one thing
Don’t turn me into a bowl for the ash of your sorrows
Sorrow found me when I was young,
A quote from a song by the Nationals