glance around the room
you're awake, hearing only yourself breathing heavily
dull roar of an alarm echos repeatly
your unconsicous savior
The images that were pieced together
glimpses of creatures, situations and tragedies
flash before you
leaving you sitting upright
translating, identifying...why?
the purpose for the pictures
that left you silently screaming and on edge in your dream country
after only a few seconds...pictures dull and fade
losing their vibrant colors and shapes
...slip back into safe reality
the bird can fly away only if it wants..
who am i to cage or break such subtle wings
let the tongue say what it wants..stinging murals of words pieced along the cement wall of consiousness
weakened with age..some watch it crumble..smile through bitterness
let the eyes darken with disapprovel, eyebrows furrow in anger or disappointment
who am i to blind or shield such harsh eyes from the sights..all over..
who am i to beg for sleep and feel it when it never comes..
slow just down..
restless..
favorite author died
didnt even know alive..how tragic
assumed gone long ago..then in morning paper
gone
brilliance does not stop death
maybe distract
or detain
but never completely stop
wish would
loved every word this woman put onto paper
flowed
full of philsophy and dreams
and hopes and contentment for every second of everyday
wish learn from this
to be happy with now
forget the sadness of yesterday or tomorow
but the happy of now
the knowing that in these moments nothing is destroying your mood..
sometimes..i think im only alive because of the now..
im afraid of tomorrow
only because i dont know what will happen to me
or if anything or alter this state ive found
but realize..could love everyone with every ounce of me
but not all of thehse people i love could ever find it in them to love me back
..why are we not allowed to care about everyone we meet..
<3's
hes not worth the wait
and im tired of sitting here some
pathetic
nameless
before never
only after
im tired
of
being
the
no one
..<3's
ache
and she feels everything
every vibration
hearing every slur of words
mouthing quotes she once found brilliant
that's what everyone is..
trapped inside their own ego
all constantly speaking of themselves
only, such bitter personalities
how could you ever try to speak back..
their issues..her..life..nothing
explode, oh device soothe her
breathe..
please lungs dont' fail
the monotone voices moan through the hours
drowning all other outside amusements
she smiles
laughs
but finds nothing funny
oh disguise..
you're so beautiful and painted green
she wants to become you
mold yourself to her
submersed in icy water of fake
and drawn expressions
find her a decent conversation
drown in words only
not
malice..
<3's
