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(song lyrics)

i’m up so high
there’s no sky above me
i reach out my arms
i can touch the stars

and on the edge
looking down below me
i see the people
and how small we are

i’m falling down
from the ledge i’ve stood on
dropping fast
as i hit the ground

but i’ll come back
as a ghost, don’t worry
you won’t relax
i’ll make sure of that


i don’t think that i can die
i’ve tried already
but every time
i am still…
alive

i guess i’m stuck
not sure why i’m wanted
but i’m still here
i just don’t give a ****….
i want to go
on all sorts
of crazy adventures
like the ones
i always dream about

and i want to take you with me

i wanna stand
on mountain tops
and look down
at all
the tiny ants
below

i want to feel
every ocean,
touch every tree

smell every flower,
get stung
by every bee

i just want you
there with me
when I finally
do it

when i can finally see
the way
things could
and should be
for you
and for me
i know
there’s
a fire
inside
wanting so badly
to burn
but the desire
is placed
somewhere between
my sighs
and my
self-protective lies
keeping very little
in my heart
or my eyes

vacancy signs
constantly flashing
at
the rundown motel
i call
my mind
grasping so tightly
and hoping to find
someone
or
something
that will make me feel
alive
without
keeping me
confined

let’s hold hands
sometimes
and explore the world
and each other
and ourselves
and our lives
and what they could be
while we learn
as much as we can
and we find a place
that feels like home
instead of just
existing
before we let
our worlds end
there is this itch
in my brain
constantly trying
to steer me
in the wrong
direction
as i try
to find my way around

there’s a whisper
in my ear
breathing softly
and telling me
what move
to make next
and it’s always
so difficult
to decide when
to listen

how many things
in this life
have i
been missin’?
just because i
thought
i was
being
“good”

i often
live in the clouds

i’m up there
in space
floating above
everything
i try to know
but being
unable
to reach it

i’m always either
too high
or
too low
and there’s so much
that i’ll never know
or touch
there are
countless places
i’ll never go

but i hope
that
at
least
once
you can be
something
real with me
so we can experience
life
and
dreams
and tangle them up
into one
in the same
making up
our own new name
for what it’s like
to be a “person”
in this world
Arlo Disarray Mar 31
i have
often tried
to be
somebody

feeling
a subconscious
need to compete
with those
around me

constantly being told
i was
not desired
for what i was
or what
i ever could be

i always
felt like
the sore thumb
amongst my friends

the dumb one
who said
and did things
that didn’t make sense
to anyone
and just made them
want to turn
and run

i have always tried to blend in
but in tiny bits
with little chuckles
and
false grins
forever living
in confusion
and unsure
of what could
and should
happen

i’m just
a dumb bunny
hoping to be
funny
and trying
to quit dying
and maybe one day
be
somebunny

Arlo Disarray ©
happy zombie christ day
Arlo Disarray Mar 31
i want
to be
touched
in
a
way
that sends
little
vibrations
down
my
spine

remind
me
again
that
i’m alive

bite into me
like
a piece
of
fruit

taste me

let my
flavor
dribble
down your
chin
and tell me
how
sweet i am

lick
my
lips
to
moisten
them

send me
to the moon

make me see stars

make me
forget
just
for
a moment
that my
sad
little
world
is on fire

i’ll
show you
what’s inside
if you
promise
not to
hide
or cry
or run
or fight

i want
to be
seen
for what
i truly
am
in the light

let your
eyes
set me
free
and we’ll
see
things
together
in a new way
for
the
first time
His reply poem:

I want to see you too

I want you to see
How I see you
To taste your face
And your drippings too
To slide between
Your layers
Lubricate your dreams
Birth them
Into reality

Painstakingly
Remove
Your shattered
Bone fragments
And boil them
To a broth
To heal our
Ailments

Fill your voids
Before you are
Destroyed
By the deep
Longing
To join the
Non-living

Dive
Headfirst
Into your deep
Lacerations
Make them
Rejuvenated
With *******
Murmurations
While embraced
In amplexus
Complex
Proliferation
Of a life only
Dreamed of

Let me
Scoop out
Your tired eyes
Live in a cloud
And do crimes
And rain down
From warm skies
To melt the
Icy confines
Of a past
That doesn't
Make sense

To move into
A future
Where
things
Make even
Less sense
But feel
Like
Real
If only
For a minute
Arlo Disarray Mar 29
suffocated
by a strange
and dreamlike
state

unable
to breathe
because
is air even real,
anyway?

the ground
below
is made of
rubber
and i bounce
a bit
with every step

the sky above
is made of water
and when
i reach up,
i get wet

everything feels
thick
and dense
in front of me
like i can
barely even move

the light outside
is barely bright
and my mind
is so easy
to lose
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