here's the thing about looking onto windows at night, you suddenly come to realize the world in its separate yet inescapable three dimensions, you see not only your own reflection, but over and beyond, you pause from blinking and for an abrupt of an instant, your life flashes before your eyes, you see all of the scenes so clearly acted out by a vivid yet an accurate reflection, you start to remember the meticulous shade of a sky that your cheeks were touched by, the thickness of a boy's pride that made you wish the world existed in only one dimension, you feel the pain that filled the veins of a cracked floor you once walked on, your lips lift to form a smile a stranger threw at you from a stage you wanted to be on, and in this peripheral gazing, you exist in two dimensions stuck in between what the window entails at day and at night.
Only so much can be said about the day: the taxi cab driver with a big mustache, a ****** taco, clouds like smoke on a pink horizon, and you complaining about a ****** day at work, and me looking at you still, as if you're the most beautiful thing on earth.
As watching the falling rain tiny droplets weaving patterns down the window pain since she passed away life has now never be the same As graze upon the rain drench streets I'm remembering when we walk hand In hand down these very streets all now seems a very long time ago Off to the park It to there we did go where sat and we talked and we stayed for a while It was while looking In her eyes I knew I was In love with this beautiful girl and I now wanted to be with her, lost In the moment forgetting briefly the cold day Then slowly coming out of my daydreaming back to the reality of life alone and the rain weaving pattern down the window pane on another cold and missable day
Watching rain forming patterns as they weave there way down the window on a another miserable day
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.