There were times that he believed that walls could not hold him. They couldn’t. He couldn’t escape and it had nothing to do with his walls.
Sometimes he would leave; sleep was kind of like day release when he dreamed. The nights when the heights shone at their brightest, right through the ceiling and shut eyes.
He’d wake up exhausted and know that he had lived.
Staring down at my hands they weren’t different. There wasn’t anything wrong with the dream I was dreaming, yet I had awoken. I felt refreshed. I was still dreaming. Through my fingers I could see my feet, nature slipped through my naked toes. She had me in her green embrace, I could feel divinity calling me from beneath to walk. All the focus was on my feet, the energy of untamed plant life flowed up my legs, until the wild put my blood into the earth.
Suddenly the sun jumped out, the sky lit up and all around me were the purest of souls all smiling at the sun in gratitude for warmth. Something was unnatural, I couldn’t hear anything! There was no sound, where was the sound? If I listened very hard I knew I’d hear the screaming again but there was no sound from anywhere and I just wanted to smile up at the sun like everyone else. The darkness behind was so unappealing, that must be why people are screaming, I looked behind and noticed that everyone who was screaming was behind me, their broken bodies strewn before the my image, which was fine but I had to leave, the wolves were getting closer and they wouldn’t show mercy to anyone, least of all their master.
I can’t give you up yet, my cigarette
I’m immersed, breath you in
Your taste, my smell, our touch
every breath spent together
drink you down, all away
ends taste bitter
but you’re all inside of me
I can’t hold you
I exhale
With silence
they still dance
but all is lost
and I fall off
land in past
allow it grip
around my wrists
sink in No-Thing
sense can’t find
the middle me
It holds me still
who’ll never spill
drips of release
just my final red
A little dancing and I’m back in my seat
The song had me on edge and I couldn’t sleep
secretly, my darling sets me free
fills me with her energy
and I can pretend for a moment
that we can share what she sees
and our passion is never spent
just that vision of who I’d be
Let me go where I don’t belong
let fantasy touch the mind
let my face lie to our eyes
or don’t and I’ll sail
far away, in circles
right beside, in a dance
The picture perfect front contained
a 1000 words muddled together.
The words knew how to hold each other.
On near completion, their meaning flowed.
But so hasty was this union
that parts fell where parts do,
lost under a cold place, frozen in time.
They laid a scene for a new tragedy.
A maker returns to view the box.
clears the picture, almost the same.
But tired of all the missing pieces,
bored of the now tedious game,
puts it away, breaks it apart
out of sight, out of mind.
I’ll write you letters of my intention,
and if you’ll not recieve them,
I’ll shout them at your balcony
till stone learns to hear me.
Keep your chin high, see me clearly,
is this the one that you love?
Don’t rest your eyes again, look!
Can it be seen, our time ahead?
Nothing draws me near like your taste
“We care no more!” my martyr roars
at the maker of ravaging hideous effect
on solo ‘n untouchable in main characters
King of nothing the martyr speaks of his domain
and even character will not save
me from a past cut with blade held tightly
in my limp limb and sleeping mind
“Creep” i hear, Creep I see, a shadow holds
my tail, in a bold defying gesture
Already beaten his presense mocks truth
How can one make his living and
beat back the jaws of despair
Jaws that would smother me if I let it
How full of apathy are those Jaws, not
a sharp tooth among the white and
a muse me,
tire me till
I just sleep
to wake
with you I’m
someone
not anyone
save her
One last
Flight for fancy
How I dare!
Before the cords
I should cut
open to let
new and shine
make the light
my way