Wednesday, December 26, 2012
my solitude never leaves, even when i am
surrounded by the most generous of company
why is that, it bothers me
i find my thoughts drifting away;
distracted more by the conversations
within my head, then outside them
i could visit magical realms and
ethereal worlds in my mind; then through
leaving my door and experiencing my life
and its true, its so vivid,
so real to me
I'm always drifting between reality
and fantasy
my head is the contents of a fairy's pocket
and just as a chance to escape from the real world
i'll keep it a secret, secure it in a locket..
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Vanilla and glass she whispers; it’s all in
past tense
I wanna hold all your light in my hand
is the line he writes back in
his mind
She’s not telepathic, but she is surely
magic
and it would seem to him that she made him
feel, something more than
Real.
In all the lines I’ve written about you;
where do you disappear to?
He could never outgrow the space
She stitched her veins into his
The stars talk to me in your voice,
Do you know that? it’s your laughter i hear
in the storm clouds
In all his dreams, his spinning fantasises
She was the image that stared back at him
She could feel his eyes; staring through her skin
at her soul, her light, her beautiful being.
past tense
I wanna hold all your light in my hand
is the line he writes back in
his mind
She’s not telepathic, but she is surely
magic
and it would seem to him that she made him
feel, something more than
Real.
In all the lines I’ve written about you;
where do you disappear to?
He could never outgrow the space
She stitched her veins into his
The stars talk to me in your voice,
Do you know that? it’s your laughter i hear
in the storm clouds
In all his dreams, his spinning fantasises
She was the image that stared back at him
She could feel his eyes; staring through her skin
at her soul, her light, her beautiful being.
Vanilla and glass she whispers; it’s all in
past tense
I wanna hold all your light in my hand
is the line he writes back in
his mind
She’s not telepathic, but she is surely
magic
and it would seem to him that she made him
feel, something more than
Real.
In all the lines I’ve written about you;
where do you disappear to?
He could never outgrow the space
She stitched her veins into his
The stars talk to me in your voice,
Do you know that? it’s your laughter i hear
in the storm clouds
In all his dreams, his spinning fantasises
She was the image that stared back at him
She could feel his eyes; staring through her skin
at her soul, her light, her beautiful being.
past tense
I wanna hold all your light in my hand
is the line he writes back in
his mind
She’s not telepathic, but she is surely
magic
and it would seem to him that she made him
feel, something more than
Real.
In all the lines I’ve written about you;
where do you disappear to?
He could never outgrow the space
She stitched her veins into his
The stars talk to me in your voice,
Do you know that? it’s your laughter i hear
in the storm clouds
In all his dreams, his spinning fantasises
She was the image that stared back at him
She could feel his eyes; staring through her skin
at her soul, her light, her beautiful being.
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