(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
