He sits by the window Talks to the stars He is a dreamer Who waits for his dreams to be reality He lights a candle hoping someone would see him But the candle was just a notch in the city of lights He sits by the window hoping for the stars to talk to him But maybe silence was all he needed..
The sounds of tiny footsteps patter the roof of the car. We sit inside protected from the winter elements. The frosty rain comes down more extreme as time goes on. I feel comfortable. Safe while you’re in control. You dazzle me, Venus in the flesh. The dove of my life. The serenity of our drive collapses With your screams. The man in the window Wrenches on the door handle. Panic rushes through our bones. Movement not at all possible. I want to protect you, but what can I do. The word drive is the only thing I can cry. The man in the window. The man in the window.
A Poem about something that happened that made me scared and feel weak.
Every creature was shaken, every plant was wilted Blood runs tendrils through the clear blue sky The ******* child looked onward through the window A beautiful mushroom bride in his eyes, crying as the world tilted
Smiles for miles as spirits arouse the dead Second coming of the groom The beast is commanded to take what does not belong to him Pestilence rears it's foul head
Harlots and Beasts of the night rejoice! ****** and Demons alike dance their last He will storm the earth with a holy rage! We all die laughing, but not at peace, to know it was our choice
I want the seat closest to the window. Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat Ma'am if you don't mind, could you please scoot down while I take my seat. My feet are tired. I have been standing on this concrete all day. Almost sleep on my feet, The same problems exist at the front of the bus just as the back. If you could see past me, you'd see. Yet you turn your nose and grab your purse. All I want is a seat to rest my feet. Lay my head back and dream. I don't want to wear your chains today. The chains used to justify what you see on the news. How you can't see anything past me. How you've wrapped me in chain from shoulder to feet. You don't try to hide your look, I can feel the heat on the back of my neck. How you pick and choose what you like, There is no difference between you nor I, Except color, Other than gender. You watch me from the corner of your eye while I take my seat. There once was a time when I'd have no choice but to sit in the back. Now that I take my seat in the front you move to the back A look of disgust across your face. Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat. Ma'am if you could, would you please scoot down While I take my seat. All I want is a seat beside the window without having to explain why I want to sit this close to the window