Untitled from older days
By silent_screams
can't speak
so much to say
mouth wired shut I
scream into
the
gleam of the resolution
of my disoriented eyes
in
one of those crazy mirrors Inside I'm kicking
and screaming and
crying like an infant
walls built up cold
up to my scarred disfigured face
defense against the attacks
wanting what someone lacks
I left
my first seed
entangled in selfishness and greed
I left my one
love
broken and gone
forever at the end
of my finger tips
the sky dips into
the cloudy day
a touch of blue
in
the trenches
dodging the emotional silver
bullet conditioning
brain not quite functioning right
I feel the souls of
my lost
ones exploding
inside me.
anything but releasing me
from
this physical
into the metaphysical
jungles and deserts
vicious
waves against
solid rocks
survival, predator, capitalism
in my space, in my brain
I'm splashing constantly
underneath
and between
all's imagined and seen
beaten lethargic
pull
my soul out from this
hole and sling it into
the skies stars,
oxygen molecules
spirits, angels, and demons
into the next realm
free me
release me
Comments on "Untitled from older days"
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On Wednesday, August 25, 2010, alex herewane
(149) wrote:
First I like your work, after reading this one I read nearly all of your ealier ones. I feel you are able to go to places within yourself and feel the actually of the moment, and then your able to invite others to take a look. there's honesty, courage and it's such a shit word but maturity in all of this. I can't help but wonder if this is because of something or inspite of something, doesn't matter if you writing then I for one will keep reading. long time between posts!
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On Friday, August 27, 2010, silent_screams
(11) wrote:
Yeah, it has been awhile. Been sticking more to prose and longer pieces, something that may make some money. But thank you. You made my day.