alexanoelle
Opening the silence behind,
Feel the freedom come alive,
For most certainty,
the anxiety of the life behind the doorway,
seeking the imaginations come to bay,
See the world upon a new space,
For I dare for thee to come to another place,
Foresee the future,
Coming just through another door.
To be in motion,
too see another being from one eye,
To seek the matter of life,
to become the other,
Give another feeling,
See the escape run,
Figure their reason to hide.
Always in motion,
Give me a reason to bite my time.
Through and through
the trees have grown,
from the roots of life,
and here becomes the living being of the branch of securities,
It branches off from your comfort zone of life,
and here it comes again
where you can feel alive again,
and you know right where you belong;
from what only went from root to branch.
To fix,
To be fixed,
What a word with too many meanings
For who is being fixed
From the drugs we take it,
From the thoughts we must think?
To the songs we will listen like a speech,
Forever ago,
we were broken and torn
Now I can only believe that We will never be fixed,
Take in that thought,
That thought of misplacement,
Forget what the others will say;
When it is thrown all away.
Judging for others
Judging for yourself
Thinking what life becomes
By the eyes of someone else
Will it become something new
From the words of thee
Or will it become a joy to hear it from we
What we think of beauty
May it be fake?
May this beauty be so unnatural?
Caked with make-up
Too-big for life dresses
Colors swirling in my head like a jungle
Judging your face again
As you walk down for everyone to witness