lucid typing

pathways

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 23:39:29 -0400

The World is vast and frightening

but if you are brave

and like to wander

it’s also very enlightening

Hard to say

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 16:52:00 -0400

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.

Beginnings

Tue, 10 Apr 2012 17:32:00 -0400

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.

my name is...

Tue, 06 Mar 2012 06:08:00 -0500

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.

And here the shadows fall across the wall so sloppily moving so slightly, side by side as I rock my...

Mon, 27 Feb 2012 08:41:39 -0500

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.

stare at the sun.

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 17:10:06 -0500

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.

sleeplessness

Tue, 14 Feb 2012 03:10:00 -0500

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.

Pop.

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 23:15:22 -0500

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!

Peter Pan

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 20:43:07 -0500

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.

hahaha

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 16:54:00 -0500

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.

it follows me like flame and moth and i dare not try to tear it off for to take it apart would cause...

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 02:08:28 -0500

it follows me like flame and moth

and i dare not try to tear it off

for to take it apart

would cause me to start

for we are cut of the same cloth.

Anxiety

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 00:10:14 -0500

consuming your insides

trickling from every pore

can you hear me?

stop expecting it to be different

every time you look.

The Shadows.

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 13:31:22 -0500

The winter night frosted 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 life

I listened to these creatures call

Entranced to hear their tales of strife

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

Laughing at me with most happiness

But alas our time was dwindling to an end

It was the time for both of us to rest.

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.

pitter patter

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:43:36 -0500

goes the rain

droplets race

down windowpanes

clouds hang over

the city and loom,

holding their tears

till they burst and bloom

and pitter patter

begins to start

rainy days

make rainy songs

we all know

the words by heart

so everyone

can sing along

to the people who never sleep

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 16:41:00 -0500

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.

I've come to the point

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 14:10:00 -0500

where I just want to get lost somewhere,

just to see if I can find my way back.

uncertainty

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 18:43:06 -0500

I was pretty sure how you felt

I liked the cards that I was dealt

but all it takes is one strange day

to make me look the other way.

an epiphany

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 15:45:00 -0500

she picked up her pencil

and a clean sheet of notebook paper

and the words began to appear

each stroke of the lead, another line

until the words turned into pictures

a world coming out of her head

til the paper was filled in-

but she wasn’t going to pass this class

if she kept this up.

Sat in the street

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 00:02:21 -0500

looked past the cars

let our hands meet

city lights with the stars

time flew by

before I knew what was done

looked you in the eyes

knew you were the one.

Carefree.

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 14:33:50 -0500

slumped in a heap in her computer chair

she took a quick intake of air

and wondered why it was that

on her butt all day she sat

when life was awaiting to unfold

for those daring, for those bold

so she resolved that very day

to do as she please, as she may

she sat back down in her computer chair

and at her screen, continued to stare.