spin spin
close your mind
close your eyes
welcome blind sight
so that you can see
for the first time
alone without senses
I see you reaching
reaching for an answer
a bottle to drown in
an ocean of scars
another day lost
spinning in the past
Rückblende zu mir
(flashback to me)
flashback
just a little taste
feel it
a snapshot never remembered
never forgotten
I was there
alone with the world
pills stopped my processes
so I welcomed the cloud
I consumed it
it consumed me
my lungs filled with ash
grey death
"You wanted me to forget.
A lifetime of tears
flowed from my eyes for your sins.
Shhhh. You won't help anyone
by being a snitch.
You will erase this,
push it back so we can all smile.
We may be family, but you
aren't allowed eye contact
because your pain shows too much
in the spirals you call home.
Smile, nod, forget."
look me in the eyes
you owe me a lifetime of moments
(I held on because you were all
I ever had, and you made sure
that it stayed that way.)
enough
you don't deserve my words
my pen
my paper
my heart
my mind
I feel sorry for you
you lied for too long
you don't deserve me
blood is thicker than water
(indeed)
my mind is stronger than blood
welcome to me
next stop (reality)
My eyes are bleeding between blinks,
leaving a crusted river of scars down my cheeks.
Standing at a crossroad called home,
breathing lifes collected exhaust into hapless lungs
as time passes me by faster with each diesel breath
I pollute your air with. Reality is relative to situations,
to eyes that aren't mine. The road leading forward
is blind with a midnight curl that shows the darkness
of a jungle in heat. Comforting, warm on my skin,
I walk with tired feet always onward.
Looking for the next door to your reality,
the next moment of hope to shatter beneath the weight
of my words. Blood stains the path behind,
a new road home.
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 | Antibiographical man. I am 26 years of age, living comfortably in Pontiac, Illinois. Male by the definition of anatomy, but slinking past the stereotypes all the same. This is a collection of a life behind jaded eyes, poetry that every man, woman, and child can feel and relate to. Take a step into the shadows and follow the breeze at your back, stepping always toward the light. Blink with me. |
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