lucid typing

Sep 17

pathways

The World is vast and frightening

but if you are brave

and like to wander

it’s also very enlightening

Sep 13

Hard to say

That creeping little tendril 

that wanders in the back of my mind

and lingers in each of my thoughts

and settles into a crease in my heart..

It brings a strange warmth

that starts to numb

with a happiness I’m afraid to embrace..

and it’s hard for me to say,

I start to think of a future

with you,

next to me.

Apr 10

Beginnings

The start of it all remains hazy

to the point where I can’t remember

when I decided to spend these lazy

days hanging in your arms.

And though it’s only been a short time

since I’ve known you as you

Let’s keep on floating until I’m

ready to be carried far away

The start of it all is just as unclear

as to where we are going but it

doesn’t matter how far or near

because every day

begins

anew. 

Mar 06

my name is…

where your deepest, darkest secret lies

I already know it

your selfish hope comes to surface

and you begin to show it

what will you do now

that everyone sees the face

you tried so hard to hide 

but it’s impossible to erase

my name is disaster

my purpose is to destroy

come on, get it faster

play with your little toy.

Feb 27

And here the shadows

fall across the wall so sloppily

moving so slightly, side by side

as I rock my desk under anxious fingers

waiting for these thoughts to 

flow

from inside my head

and out my hands.

Feb 20

stare at the sun.

in the sunshine the glare

blares out all imperfections

that are visible to the eye

but sometimes vision lies

and appearances decieve

what truly lies beneath

the primary skin.

Feb 14

sleeplessness

Purple bruises under my eyes

Indicated my lack of sleep

For days watched the sun set and rise

But still could find no haven in my sheets

 

but then one winter night frosted my windows

As I crossed my arms across my chest

Chilly winds blew high and low

And I set my head down to rest

 

The dying fire lit the walls

With grotesque shadows not from this world

I listened to these creatures call

Entranced to see them swirl and twirl

 

Where I was led I know not of

As they pulled me through some corridor

Made of shadows, their grasp was rough

Till we made it to some cleared out moor

 

And then these sprites, they began to dance

Wildly as though they might die otherwise

The mysticism of the dark night held their trance

As they circled me and closed my eyes.

 

In the darkness, I saw my friends

They told me stories, whispered in my ear

Laughing at me with most happiness

Asked to hear my deepest fears

 

Eyes still closed, I chose to confide

What makes my blood turn to ice

Is to find no one left on my side

But they were gone when I opened my eyes

 

So in this void

you will find 

in the darkness of what

you call your mind

people you never met

and unkempt thoughts

make believe stories

that have been wrought

to fill the gaps in place

lies that have become

the better part of you

filled with an unearthly hum

in the void

you will find

how exactly

you lost your mind.

 

I wandered in this lonely place

Searching for some way out

Hoping to find a friendly face

But each step filled me with more doubt

 

Were those shadows ever real?

Had they lured me to this unknown place?

Why had they left me to here to feel

The emptiness of this lonesome space.

 

I woke to find myself in bed

And in my eyes, rays of sun beam

On my pillow I rested my head

And wondered if it was all a dream

 

And so,

 

to the people who never sleep

in their brains the monsters creep

too afraid they are to rest their weary eyes

for in their dreams who will hear their cries?

 

in drawn out moments of hesitation

the heart seeks yet more reservation

to ward off these mares of night

where whence these feelings of fight or flight

 

originate to strike some fear

in something they hold near and dear

and so to the people who never sleep

who try to hide a monster’s creep

 

they begin to lose their sense to feel

what is not- and what is real.

 

Feb 07

Pop.

Just let the bubble burst

and spill out the sides

overwhelming but it feels so good

as it drips off the edges

making puddles on the ground

and gushing, gushing, gushing

wait till it stops flushing

all the bad things out 

and we’ll gather you up

set you right

and you’ll be clean and shiny

not new, but refreshed!

how GOOD it will feel!

Feb 05

Peter Pan

Why do I have to grow up

and do things I don’t wanna do

why do I have to be the bigger person

and struggle my way through

to keep myself in check

and not lose my head

why thrust this upon me

till the day I’m dead

I don’t wan’t to grow up

it’s something I can’t stand

I think I’ll get some fairy dust-

 fly away like Peter Pan.

Feb 01

hahaha

I kept on laughing

but my jaw was tense

in reality

I could have really

wanted to really

felt like really

giving you a big mouthful of my mind.

so yeah, it doesn’t really matter.