touch my face
By whisperer
i can remember
i can complain
about everything that keeps me sane
somebody asks me if i'm nervous
and i think
i'm too many other things
and i guess that could be one of them
hazy clouds and monochrome rainbows
i sit in the darkened corner of the glass walled cage i built around my
thought spot
there is a hole in the floor of this 8' X 4'
a bottle of SoCo and a knife to pour it into my veins that much quicker
familiar overwhelming mirrors cast my gaze back at me and i crumple into
tears
rocking thoughtless back and forth with my arms around my knees
dreaming of an embrace other than my own
i looked into those eyes
"i have no boundaries"
.....but i can see one
or two.....
this precious moment holds me in its grasp forever
tieing me here so that my body doesn't have to
pleasantly intoxicated secrets fly on wings of black lace and CD epiphanies
those nights i shall remember
while my guitar string broken echoes reverberate my glass walls, covered
in salty finger prints
touch my face again
and convince both of us that this is not a dream
sometimes we're lonely
i try to live for more than the here and now
but i enjoyed that way too much
just another one of those perfect things that are too good to be true
and here i am
sitting
writing away
watching those black lace winged memories fly tumultuously
as i am precariously perched upon the edge of that hole
bottle in hand
singing myself hoarse
through tears, fears, and thougts
to keep those memories aloft
thinking of when i might
....perhaps......
add to them
touch my face
convince us both that i
am not
a dream
Comments on "touch my face"
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On Monday, March 23, 2009, Shortnlethal
(65) wrote:
i really enjoyed reading this ^^
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On Sunday, July 30, 2006, Father_Faust
(8) wrote:
Bittersweet memories can be so destructive . . . and addictive.
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A former member wrote:
"and here i am sitting writing away watching those black lace winged memories fly tumultuously"- absolutely perfect descriptions..this will be etched in my brain for a long time. flawless masterpiece, though i wish you didn't have to know this feeling.
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On Monday, February 20, 2006, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
June nailed it. This was the very picture of a broken heart, stitched back together around a timebomb. You should be proud of this one.
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A former member wrote:
..kinda like crushing a butterfly in your palm. Lovely, but so very painful.