there was a faint knock on the bedroom door that crept up the wall, inside my ears, and into my dream.
the knock raddled the door making noises and it felt so real,
with the presence of you screaming at me in my dream.
again, the knock hit rising louder and my head turned the pillow
i suddenly woke up and opened my eyes, wide
looking at the white space above my body.
i thought i heard you there,
i thought i heard noises.
write something real i told myself
write something people understand
something they can relate to
but is my rhythm not real
is being misunderstood not the realest i could get
to being human, to being me
relation is chosen
is it not?
a feather of
trouble
flowing in the wind
doubling my flight
high and low
i find
my mind
it’s unwound in your arms
it’s a pain that rains on me
it’s a pain that rains on me
and i’ve gota stop runnin from
the rain
bodies glide
fusions rise
everybody wants to cry
and you know it inside
[nothing to control]
visions glide
as people stroll
breathtaking
images coil
as dials press
and tones exhale
I thought it was a sugar coated
Candle
Crush
Lick, flick, and fire
In diamonds I trust, brushing lust
Dolled up to thrust, found my jeans
Was in a rush
sacrifices to be happy with you
sacrifices to be happy without you
I’m just trying to unwind
packing my suitcases
for the tenth time
waves borrow force
from many seas
drifting across
an open scene
where much is
unseen
a gateway
to silence
like the water
you came
and brought a sense of life to me
without question
I accepted you
you are a moon
I want to keep close
and see more
than in the night
you are a moon
that makes me feel
high