possessed
that feeling
like flame up the spine
words are crawling
out your ears
not lying anymore
thats an unobserved sin
only seeking punishment
when sitting under the
third and fourth stair
it only works
when im staring
to something i dont
find
when i say
you are there
but its a being
crawling into my eyes
obstructed vision
in the least
im viewing petty touch
with fascination
when am i cured
what eyes do i find
in the landscape
of nothingness
desert air suffocating
through open windows
i found my name again
but lost its meaning
the voice whispering
doesnt care
my world was an
experiment
to reaction
love a notion
evil in the sparks behind
waving sparklers
those messages
i found myself
looking on the ground
thrown so softly aside
but ill crawl back
in fluid motions
not a solid anymore
melted by a self prescribed
hades of the mind
in the looks
that i still cant find
move
a track is telling me
calculated chorus
youre not their rock
when things die
you laugh
the words you use are so inspirational your poems make me want to draw
i love this one
Being an artistic inspiration...that is awesome.
looking on the ground
thrown so softly aside
but ill crawl back
in fluid motions
not a solid anymore
melted by a self prescribed
hades of the mind"
..... wonderful
I know I like something I've written when I feel detached from it, like I don't own it. That line felt like something I'd copy onto my door frame in sharpie marker. Which is always a cool feeling.
when i get my apt (soon!!!) im going to get a biiiiiiiiig piece of butcher paper and have everybody that comes in write on it. and i can put things that i like on it too.
yay! i like that idea!!!!!!!!!!!!