Thursday, April 15, 2010
untitled eight
any where but up
all the dreamers continue believing in the steps
that will lead you there
frantic is an understatement
sedated is a state of mind
I want the frames to align
finally revealing the picture of a woman
the arches in the thought process get me low
when you figure it out is when you'll loose it
all
untitled seven
self destruction is something I know how to achieve, everyone's an illusion of solidity, yet we are all particles clustering and leeching, seeding and moving on
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
untitled four
where I live is lonely
where I walk is empty
where I eat is famished
where I love is buried
where I stand is crumbling
where I breathe is closing in
where I sleep is insomnia
where I learn is lying
and with the world constantly falling
i'm not sure how to keep my balance
the noise from my head stereo echoes
so loud I have trouble staying present
untitled three
between sleeping and awaking, i run into walls
showing my reflection to paint
satisfied with the non-responsive glare
I can't stop believing in dying dreams
my head is the sky
my brain the dreamer
my mind is sore, my love is numb, god isn't real, all my idols are dead.
untitled one
i want to be a part of the sky he said, this life has been awfully cruel and unfair, the clouds are only connected to one thing, the blue,
you don't have to worry when you're floating free, gravity always judged me, for I am not what the world wants me to be, I am only connected to you and the things you carried and the stories you told
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