This is the point where life drops me off and calls it a day,
And the hurt crashes into me so hard that it tears my clothes off of my back,
My scabs off of my wounds.
I’m left standing in the cold,
Feeling nothing but the sharp wind spiking at my bareness.
I look back at the world and see myself; I look inwards and see nothing.
Rushing, rushing down a salty river. It feels like I’m flying, but I’m not. I’m just enjoying the fall.
Like the ocean my fears will grow and shrink, grow and shrink.
I woke up this morning by the
hand of Fortune kissing my open mouth.
Dizzy from her breath,
I shut my eyes and felt my head spin.
She calmed my whirlpooling,
bouncing brain by kissing me again,
and smoothing her hands over my abdomen.
I felt her heat.
In that moment, of what seemed
a thousand and one electric pulses,
Fortune dipped me in her presence
and bade me never to forget it.
…how could I forget it ?
In spring time shadows he does resign,
A mocking bird with sinning eyes,
No one can claim to have predicted,
All the sorrow his plots inflicted.
Day by day he haunts young minds,
Blueprints all his cruel designs,
Until one day his deed is done,
And so watches us in mocking fun.
my heart feels like a sack of old furniture weighing down my chest.
What’s the point of winning if you always mourn the memories that pass.
The sweetest memories…disappearing
reappearing as deformed, twisted freaks,
Conceived by beauty and elephants. Raping Elephants.
but stained deep
in your sanity for never ending tomorrows
and sandless tonights.
I’ve been waiting for the signs,
Waiting for them to lead my life but oh,
I’ve been waiting all night long.
I’ll be sitting under lights,
In the cool early morning sunrise, oh,
This night’s moving along too slow.
Soon I won’t be moving at all.
Don’t call on me for tomorrow,
Don’t call on me at all.
Sinking lilies in Holy water
Dust of diamonds,
The hair of an angel,
A secret dancing on her lips,
A smell so sweet, its sweetness drips.
Flowerbeds and teddy bears on tricycles,
A lover’s kiss,