I dont know if any of my stuff is really poetry, but I just kind of write things that sound nice to me at the time. I think this one had alot to do with me falling in love with my life till it broke my heart and how I want to get back at it. The quote at the top was a question I asked myself over and over once while I was tripping. The one at the bottom came from a song. Hope yall enjoy it:
"There shouldnt be a wall behind me to lean on..."
Im tethered to the mass by an impenetrable thread. Its a rule thats dying to be broken, the terms are willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that doesnt happen. Its a feminine force all of a sudden throwing a set of dice in front of me asking me if I want to play a game of pretend. Despite the oddity, its the sexiest invitation I ever confronted, naturally I accepted.
"Lets pretend we're alive"
"Lets pretend we exist"
"Lets pretend we're happy"
Damn sis!
Suddenly the world around me permeated into a substantial emptiness. My hands escape the iradescent passions of grace; a design has been neglected totally unalarmed. Between my fingertips a memory is unaware, duration brings about a dry and shallow blessing.
For a minute I figured it all out, I could taste the explanation, the world was the love of my life. There was a lack of resemblance but all the affection; any grounding actuality couldnt survive the impact of this timeless destiny. This dream I was sharing knew how to get down.
For about a night the journey was a splitting rhythm, my mind was a bar below the line. My sensations are the broken legacy and an endless unity of bodies started falling away from me. A reconstructive disaster, the unwilling vibrations finding their place in a world without distance. Static on my new unwanted plane, running circles around her. A marginal irregularity to become my timeless destiny.
"You broke my heart because I couldnt dance. You didnt even want me around. And now im back. To let you know that I can really shake'em down."
"There shouldnt be a wall behind me to lean on..."
Im tethered to the mass by an impenetrable thread. Its a rule thats dying to be broken, the terms are willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that doesnt happen. Its a feminine force all of a sudden throwing a set of dice in front of me asking me if I want to play a game of pretend. Despite the oddity, its the sexiest invitation I ever confronted, naturally I accepted.
"Lets pretend we're alive"
"Lets pretend we exist"
"Lets pretend we're happy"
Damn sis!
Suddenly the world around me permeated into a substantial emptiness. My hands escape the iradescent passions of grace; a design has been neglected totally unalarmed. Between my fingertips a memory is unaware, duration brings about a dry and shallow blessing.
For a minute I figured it all out, I could taste the explanation, the world was the love of my life. There was a lack of resemblance but all the affection; any grounding actuality couldnt survive the impact of this timeless destiny. This dream I was sharing knew how to get down.
For about a night the journey was a splitting rhythm, my mind was a bar below the line. My sensations are the broken legacy and an endless unity of bodies started falling away from me. A reconstructive disaster, the unwilling vibrations finding their place in a world without distance. Static on my new unwanted plane, running circles around her. A marginal irregularity to become my timeless destiny.
"You broke my heart because I couldnt dance. You didnt even want me around. And now im back. To let you know that I can really shake'em down."
