#greyarea
Fingers set to graze
Like starved cattle or silver
Raised my skin to peaks
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
Tin man, on the eve of tin,
your apology rings hollow.
I think that you
were only trying to
crack a window,
find a space to crawl back in,
attempt to
erase me some more.
Meanwhile, the police
are off investigating
crimes that happen in
real time. They like
to catch their perps
red-handed. Even with you
cast in the limelight,
confirming that what you did
to me was real,
it was my own nightmare.
I know, we fall into
that grey area.
In a garden of blooms
you walk freely,
inhaling and dreaming
of touching
those yet untouched
pink and yellow buds.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
we dream and we dream
till we fade to grey
ash and bones dreams
here will stay
in homes they live
our minds roots thrive
cloud and storm dreams
still will survive
dream with me you may
see through these eyes
and yours I dream
bid me goodbye.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
Turn the channel but it’s still static
So far away that you can’t hear the panic
And maybe I am a touch dramatic
But that doesn’t mean that I’m not problematic.
Not saying that my whole life is tragic
But having you in it was a little traumatic.
Despite all the times it felt like magic
Looking back now pushes me into a havoc.
I know, I know, I know,
We both made mistakes, and
I know, I know, I know,
We never meant for it to be this way.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
We had told more truths and not buried them,
I wish, I wish, I wish,
we would’ve had more of a grey area.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC