You were always alone. You would stay up all night tinkering with random hobbies, watching dumb shows, a certain sadness inside of you. But you could not get out because your life and everyone else’s would be at a certain phase threatened. I always admired your smile, your undertone random acts of frustration , which came out as muttered whispered words. No, you were soft and I could see that. But you secretly loved the thrill, and the gluttony, and you loved that I did too. But you let me in, said you don’t tell people where you live and for a moment I felt special. You all of a sudden stopped calling and texting because I gave a fuck , probably to the point i wasn’t thinking that it was all much of a risk. But I’m not sure if it was a risk because of your profession or your obsession. I guess I’ll never know, because I walked knowing full well I was too crazy and obsessed too.
What? I said. I looked around. Just gray walls, shadow square objects, and a midnight sky peeping from the slightly opened window, I thought. I took a second glance, suddenly it got cold. I thought about my younger self, my silly fears and the childish games we used to play to scare each other. It was just the wind. Suddenly a door slammed, and not in the way the air would knock it. Like someone was angry, furious, and wanted me to go. I ran, and never looked back.
Through the space between Stands a reflection Of that on the other side And the reflection of my sight Purhaps me and everything around this filled Dream What stands between translucent specks Or shades of light made into reality I make my way through a vision That follows a invisible box Concluding the edges of a limit Of all that’s only bound for now I see through it sky a colorful landscape And people just curious of what their feelings bring What is she looking at Maybe the gratitude Of this moment Of what I see
I tried the rollercoaster Stood in line for three hours with my mom She was hyped and trying to get me to dance I was not having it It was too high and I could probably die Never in my life have I rode a man made beast such as this But I was getting too old not to try it She honestly coerced me Otherwise I would fail in my own desire My face has my eyebrows furled the whole time How can these people be so happy Just a bunch a bros and hoes Standing in line listening to the dj playing Top 40 dance hits Oh I was not having it Oh and of course we had to be in the front My mother started laughing This was not funny I said I hate you, of course I didn’t mean it But oh my god this is terrifying As the click click click of the car going up that first hill launch I said fuck fuck fuck probably a lil more fucks And woodh my stomach dropped and flew out the body I was holding on for dear life And finally at the end I smiled and thanked her silently Let’s do it again
I love how you remind me it’s time to go to sleep and bug me for food In the morning. You make sure I don’t weep Over small things and being alone without a human to keep You make sure to sit by my side And let me know giving me plenty of warning That you love me no matter my flaws or mistakes I’ve made And purr up , and watch me while I’m laid Down and in the morning I won’t be drowning in any thing of yesterday Cuz you’ve got my back To tell me you say You love me and your up and back
There’s a place she likes to sit, wishing and knowing it goes into the voided sunset, most of the time it’s grey, an empty field, a machine being pumped up in the distance. The crops aren’t ready yet, and it looks like it was going to rain but never does. When the rain comes it designs a lake of nothing but fear, usually followed by several storms rolling in, her favorite place to escape and stare off for awhile. The poor German shepherd in a cage to the right also longingly looks to escape but for most of the time he joins her in the escape. When the rain comes he will whimper, wanting to be comforted back in the moldy basement beneath the unfamiliar ruckus of fighting, it never makes sense, and the sun they are both waiting for will take a few months to show its face, and there will be crops again, and strobes of light coming through the playing setting of the forest where she and her wild companions will meet again to run around and explore never to step in the same sinking mud twice .
I’m aware I have a big nose It goes back to Ireland I suppose The laced patch of my families history And dna which is somehow in this tree Dating back to 1403 I don’t know much really I know sometimes I think too much Ignore the small stuff And write and speak on things that Are only 10 percent heard,it’s rough I’m aware that there’s too much going on And I’m all reality I’m just a figment who Most of the time Is spun Inside a world where you pass me my dear
Colliding in a mundane location of objects and squares that have words and words of things, and stories, and meanings. I was looking for something real, Something specific I wanted to feel So I can basque in the glory of sadness There you were Your eyes so soft You were excited I felt invited To this moment of here What is this you were looking for The book never heard before We knew it tho Both of us We knew it because our pasts Somehow had a parallel Different eyes however She said it reminded her Of of Gus
You keep talking and talking But I can’t do all these functions My heart tells me no God, how embarrassing too Fuck these dishes are insane Oh I want to paint Something like a near death experience She called again, I need to listen to my friends But you keep talking and talking Can’t get everything done I’ll pop these energy combusted Pills that turn off my attachments , feeling the none Now you stop talking and talking
