You say you love her But you don’t know She has no one else To call home You’re reaching out Wonder why Can’t help but ponder Your only life You feel a sense Of closing in And yet you’re on The scent again Purpose driven You deserve more But it’s not what You can afford So you stay steady As time goes on And we salute you For all you’ve done Does it get better Guess we’ll see Maybe one day You will leave Time will tell If it’s enough To choose a life Lacking in love
You say you love her But you don’t know She has no one else To call home You’re reaching out Wonder why Can’t help but ponder Your only life You feel a sense Of closing in And yet you’re on The scent again Purpose driven You deserve more But it’s not what You can afford So you stay steady As time goes on And we salute you For all you’ve done Does it get better Guess we’ll see Maybe one day You will leave Time will tell If it’s enough To choose a life Lacking in love
I can’t drive down Main Street Without passing our shadows. Fragmented figures of fiction Who carry on carelessly, Tripping over their ignorance, Forgetting to be wary of time, Thinking they will run readily Into the past - soon enough.
Instead, they linger - lively and luminous, Leering and choking on their laughter, While I gaze on longingly, Wishing to steal their moments away. And to be so naive as to believe That I could disappear so easily, Without a drive-by memory Of the apparition of me I used to be.
You asked my favorite color To learn what shade to be Thinking you could figure out How to blend in with me
You took on shapes and patterns To distort yourself to match Studying your subject And developing a mask
Forcing a connection Knowing what you stood to gain Treating me like a level In your manipulative game
You made it so appealing To believe it could be real To have someone understand me If only through my color wheel
A chameleon illusionist Crafting a life on lies You fed on vulnerability While wearing a disguise
And you’re still out there hiding In places you don’t belong Blending in with faces Singing your siren song
Your true colors known to no one Least of all to you The chance to bury your fragile heart While putting on a ruse
But I can’t feel sorry for you For it’s me who had to learn: Transparency is everything And your colors quickly turn
-pennomoly
You asked my favorite color To learn what shade to be Thinking you could figure out How to blend in with me
You took on shapes and patterns To distort yourself to match Studying your subject And developing a mask
Forcing a connection Knowing what you stood to gain Treating me like a level In your manipulative game
You made it so appealing To believe it could be real To have someone understand me If only through my color wheel
A chameleon illusionist Crafting a life on lies You fed on vulnerability While wearing a disguise
And you’re still out there hiding In places you don’t belong Blending in with faces Singing your siren song
Your true colors known to no one Least of all to you The chance to bury your fragile heart While putting on a ruse
But I can’t feel sorry for you For it’s me who had to learn: Transparency is everything And your colors quickly turn
-pennomoly
The train is blaring its horn, angrily But the sound only puts me at ease It’s a familiar sound Like a lullaby, ringing out It tells me I’m safe and can sleep
But where are you now? Nowhere I have found And yet, I feel you’re not far
In the smallest of towns I wish your voice sounded loud as the train, so I could know where you are
© pennomoly
I feel this empty pang of yearning for longer Even though I’m not yet out of time And a growing fear that time will never slow down again Like it’s spinning out of control And some great force was supposed to remember to reset its pace But got caught up in more important things
I watch the sunrise and almost forget that it happened - only a moment later While wishing that everyone had woken to admire it Maybe they could have held onto it better than me I think of things that will happen soon And feel that I’ve already missed them somehow
Everything around me feels fleeting Like sand falling between my fingers And I want to play it all back to make sure That I was really there for it Because I feel I’m losing everything even as it happens So the things that should make me happy Become sad in a hurry.
© pennomoly
I feel this empty pang of yearning for longer Even though I’m not yet out of time And a growing fear that time will never slow down again Like it’s spinning out of control And some great force was supposed to remember to reset its pace But got caught up in more important things
I watch the sunrise and almost forget that it happened - only a moment later While wishing that everyone had woken to admire it Maybe they could have held onto it better than me I think of things that will happen soon And feel that I’ve already missed them somehow
Everything around me feels fleeting Like sand falling between my fingers And I want to play it all back to make sure That I was really there for it Because I feel I’m losing everything even as it happens So the things that should make me happy Become sad in a hurry.
© pennomoly
You told me once That you felt Like the butt of everyone else’s joke A jester Meant to entertain And you did But a mockery Is something you made Of yourself
To feel loved. So don’t blame the crowd When they laugh At your foolishness While you put on a show Displaying What you think Of yourself
To feel seen. You won’t see me Standing in the crowd Laughing I suspect you know that Or you wouldn’t have Revealed to me The punchline Of yourself
To feel heard. By someone Who saw the hurt And knows how clowns cry Behind tearless eyes Silently While everyone else Gets to laugh at the joke Of yourself
To feel nothing. Of their own pain To avoid the spotlight Looking in And you let them Have all the fun Because no one should Carry the burden inside Of yourself
To feel safe. Because under thick skin You were only ever Crumbling And hiding From what you might find In the silence Afraid of the thoughts Of yourself
© pennomoly
