my day starts and ends with his undriscribable voice.
Towers - Bon Iver (by SammiSaysMe)
i slip away another carless day.
form by the words i have yet to say.
warm sun, warms me to the bone.
the michevious grin, is the only residue that i leave.
foot steps intercept a tick tock repetition.
heel up heel down.
a world annoymous i leave
to feel like i’m apart of something.
observing the world.
in motion,
with the absence of me in it.
i climb along the tattered road.
with the burned scar of humanity, but i close my eyes. and i see.
i see that place where i claimed freedom.
one quick dash down the path. spilt wood boards. and an open view to the world
I love it dear…
the only thing coming clear.
a distant land that belonged close.
but i open my eyes and sirens blar, and i know. that this world i live in now
won’t ever be home
it steeps.
swarms, and swallows whole.
Big feet, Big hands
small are the others of similiar nature.
blob, those little silly dots on the paper.
wasting another notion, wasting another smile, wasting
another word, that no one will know.
she likes this. her irony.
with a little nose and big eyes she has the sniffles from time to time
one big sun in the morning and one full moon at night.
rest those weary thoughts sleep frees her naive mind.
an alternative fix for the deeds of the rational world.
where pain in a mere part of a dream,
rather then the harsh truth of reality.
blinks twice, and yawns awake.
stammers and stumbles to a machincery’s bark
another day, to waste a smile, a sweet word, and a humble remark.
this is a set day that she will embark…
it steeps
stammers and swallows.
this faultered idea
rests so carelessly on edge,
the friction of sorrow and bliss
are continously collasping into war.
my fear, my only fear
is the contridiction of my hypocrisy.
it bellows below my throat.
inching it’s way up.
forcing my thoughts to reconsider
any regretful spontanous emotional break.
i ease myself, reminding the conscious
that i have to act with decourum.
let my ego be damned.
let my soul be healed and humbled.
let these thoughts that rumble in my head come to an end.
let there be peace.
no vanity, no pride.
just letting go of the fear of some how being judged into a world
of people so foolishly helpless.
so incredibly senseless,
people. such as myself.
a wave of chaos, and disseray.
perhaps a new glance of life.
through eyes new and innocent.
without humanity’s distruction….
and little inner peace to one’s heart.
let it be said, and done.
fin.
untitled
the silence comes running through the room.
stomping abnoxiously, creating a serge of quietness.
we rest our heads to the stars, in search of a sign.
listening to the sting of our ears, rather then the beat of our hearts inside.
unassured and, unable to seek justice.
we obey silence and obey the upper hand.
the free that desired their indepence were slashed and ridiculed.
they possessed an illfitted attitude.
they were banished for their rebellious thinking.
outcasted, outsmarted, out numbered. or something.
dense sits the children of tomorrow.
mourning the lose of their ability to think for themselves.
we lost our sense of pride.
go from desolate illusions for hope to arise.
bind these chosen thoughts ever so carefully.
so our world can be numb and saught as sullenly.
silence rains upon the room. listening to nothing
for the hearts of the ones to bleed for tomorrow.
as the hot sun runs and dances its dust particals.
we seem to be lost for all cause
and that’s what they intended .
and that’s how the story ended.
…in silence…
fin.
