Eat me! It looks so tempting. Down the rabbit hole, to the otherside. But I am removed enough from reality as it is. More substance is what I need.
You don’t know me
There is no me
That is heartbreak, baby
And I am broken
Patch me Up
Sew the seams
Bring me round
So show me that heartache ain’t forever
Parted, split like a thousand shards of glass
From a hundred broken hearts
holding a million hopes
Of blood and body
Now ripped and carved apart
In never but in hope
You look through me
Eye of the storm
No silver lining
No sunny afternoon
You look through me
Don’t know me?
Don’t show me
But lightning still brings thunder
I look as far to my left as I can. And as far to the right. A panorama spreads before me. But if I am a stupid enough mutha fucka to think this is the limit of my horizon, then this should be the last view I ever see. Look beyond.
Nicotine stained sleeves like cuffs of brass. Matted white, like sweating Arctic fox. Hot from gas. Hot from embers. I’m an addict baby so Light me up. I’ll smoke in this gown til I’m burnt and bald. Don’t try and stop me, I’m a mean mutha with a bad ass smoking jacket worn til dawn.
Bring me to you. As water spills and finds its level we find each other. As burning embers cool with time, take my warmth.
A green blue mist falls on the horizon. I breathe the salt air into my lungs and feel alive again. The sand cradles my feet, and as I run to the ocean my board cuts the breeze. I spot my white horse. This time I will ride.
That day, I still remember it well. When the earth turned more slowly for me, when the wind laid the autumn leaves to rest, when time became nothing more than an emotion, when my breath slowed to a turning tide. When the only thing profound in my world was you.
I didn’t know it was inside of me,
The kind of thing I want to be,
The things I think but silently and
Muse upon the possibility
That I’ll wake from this life finally
In a remarkable epiphany
So I am sitting, quietly minding my own business trapped in the pergatory of the daily commute. I am already feeling uncomfortable enough in pretending that I am not too close to the girl sitting next to me. That our bodies are as close as lovers’. Whatever- matters are made better when I glance at [...]
Dull? What does it mean to go unnoticed, to be happy with your lot, to want for nothing, to not have to push against things. to know your own mind? Is this contentment or does it lack lustre?
I would reflect on it,but my surface is dull!
You are as heavy in my hand
As the heart in my chest
As cold to touch
As the gaze of love lost
The scent of alloyed blood
Marks you as here
Always with me
Iron through my palm
I wish I could push things harder, reach higher. How do you know if you will fly or fall unless you are at the edge?
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