(2013)
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,
I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison
I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts