I think my mother cursed the day I learned to step one foot in front of the other. Because I have been moving forward ever since. ...Like my father Im sure hes only moving in a cell Trapped now with his thoughts and fears While Im out here in the wild. I should get rid of these tears Grit teeth and bare mugs Grow walls impenetrable Avoid eye contact And joke about life Yet I take most of it literal a curse that cuts like a knife Confined to my bed for days on in and you wouldnt believe the weight of my pen in this state I am in. They say our souls are always looking for home I found it. Yet its just like me. But Two steps ahead I call after it, it ignores And it ignites my cries. Like i have met my early demise. My mere mortal flesh only wishing to exist in a swirl of colors. Especially when these homes turn back into simple houses And halos no longer hover. when home beckons I hasten to run. After my feet bleed from baring my vulnerability on concrete sheets You would have thought a trigger was pulled from a gun I only find myself speeding up time running past a year I survey my space and then home disappears. Home is the mirage in the desert. The pleasant With humble hosts I knock loudly but Im so unspoken. There was no answer to my question To my knock My lost home posters So its only common for me to think of the death I saw this morning I starred him in his face In his eyes I saw dandelions on my grave. In all my prodigal daughter ways In all my ever Sinning days No one cared to bring me flowers So it will come what may Many will make their own posts about How this is some cry of help Oh it is But posting it will surely help myself. Its my natural edgar Allan ways Been poe since The beginning of days. Making some of this shit rhyme is all thats keeping me sane. I just poured my midnight thoughts on your floor. I hope it sticks like hemoglobin-red blood forevermore. This is some real shit and Im living it through this poem.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 05:43:15 +0000
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