Like a stray rock, chipped from a bat in some sandy back lot Through a window Now shattered
Through. Done. Finished.
My splintered little pieces scattered to the winds And me, running after those small bits Like they were loose handouts in a windy parking lot Scrambling to catch hold of My life My dignity My sanity My love
I sculpt you in the papers of my sketchbook Every stroke of your outline is defined so well To express the only way I know how An outlet for my hidden feelings But seeing your face in view again Always elicits another daydream It is never enough You don't know that I draw you In your most candid moments Just to capture that memory again You're the most beautiful when you don't try By now I know the beauty in your every flaw From growing up by your side As close as we are, I want to be closer Every canvas I see Is another home to paint a memory Your lips like fire, your eyes like the sea They resemble the chaos of the waves Showing your wild nature They reel me in I drown in them endlessly
. “Adrift on the edge of a feather, in my slumber I am most awake. rhythmic, deep inhalation’s I feel… as each breath takes you deeper… without pretense we entangle there. the place in space where minds do not matter and souls gather to hold hands.” ~15O17 #RachaelHays •
The gap between the platform and the subway car seems to grow the closer you get to it Until crossing it seems like the worst idea you could make But you close your eyes and brave the void Taking care not to thin about the tracks beneath So alive in their snaking routes and tortured screeches. The doors shut abruptly once you've sardined inside And its all you can do to grab onto something, anything Before the wheels begin to turn again And you're lurched into some other time, Some other place As the tunnels decide what your fate will be. And the doors will open again As a ghost of a platform appears But commuters be weary For the tunnels and the tiles can be deceitful So as you leave the decay And the fractured tiles behind Take caution You might not notice it at first You might not notice it at all But the subway tunnels are unpredictable And they enjoy making the rules So the vortex you thought you imagined with the tunnel's lights speeding past the windows of the train Might have actually transported you to some unknown city To some other dimension And there's no turning back.