Do I have a way with words?
Or do words have a way with me?
ENIGMATIC
Certain songs make me feel.... How do I put in words? Every rhythm bouncing off my heart Every touch it makes Releasing a ripple of a different memory Every ripple Colliding with another Running through my body My hands, my feet Making me trip Making me fall I'm falling I'm falling... Thud. A thousand more ripples Making my eyes Roll into my head Making my brain feel As light as a feather As soft as cotton As heavy as a sack of sand... My brain disintegrating Into grains of sand The sand slipping Slipping through my head My eyes my ears my nose my mouth Certain songs make me feel... How can I POSSIBLY HOPE To put it in words?
puzzle
Your imperfections Fit into mine Like a puzzle piece. And that My darling, Is when I feel Truly Complete.
When?
When did we go, From talking each other's ears off To making small uncomfortable talk? When did we go, From beaming at each other To small nostalgic smiles? When did we go, From giving bear hugs To firm professional handshakes? Time may be a healer But in our case, Time was a destroyer.
Roads
Straight, curvy, rocky, smooth, Covered in leaves or sand, Or dust or just an endless expanse of land. Every road is a different kind of friend This one mischievous, that one serious This a little crazy, that a little restrained This one going on endlessly Like an excited ramble That one turning unpredictably Like a perfectly thought-out gamble. Each one useful in its own way Each one important in its own way Each one when chosen, Bringing comfort in its own way.
Creativity?
Sadness is a fickle thing. It makes you cry, it makes you bleed; But, it also makes you write poetry. It makes you draw It makes your hand and mind Move of their own accord To create an image of itself. Sadness...is creative. It is cold And that coldness, Weaves a story Which makes somebody Sitting a thousand miles away, Feel warm. Sadness is creative.
STOP
Life passing by in a blur Where am I? Eyes always unfocussed Glazing over All these people rushing by Yelling, screaming Laughing, crying Doing everything in measured moments Not really feeling anything Working in a tied schedule Where am I? I am waiting. Waiting for them to stop, Like I did I stopped and closed my eyes Closed my eyes and just let it all Flow over me Let it blow past me Felt the wind rushing by. Waiting for them to feel, How time flows by But you stay right there. Waiting for them to feel, How pushing the hands of a clock In the opposite direction Jerks you awake, Gasping. Changes you, Your soul, Your perspective, Right to the core.
ALIVE
Remember those nights When i would kiss you Gently on your lips Tell you how beautiful you are Keep a hand on your thumping heart And tell you how kind it feels How loving, how polite, how loyal Remember how you Pulled out a gun From that very heart Shattered mine to fragments And used those pieces To tape up your own. There's still a gaping hole there Smoking and bleeding No amount of love, friendship, hugs Could ever heal it What it needs Are the pieces you stole What it needs Is to kiss your mouth again And drink up what you robbed What it needs Is to hear your voice And have the words fill The wounds you opened Cause even if You only ran away With what i gave you, What i gave you Was what kept Me alive.
Morning.
Baby tonight, Let's be real, We'll blame it on the drinks Come morning.