Midnight thoughts

It's difficult to see life through a  glass eye. When you've been around for awhile. I'm on break. And while tonight was a night because I spent much of the time talking with some friends, tomorrow's going to be the same. Break's rather boring when you're doing the same stuff, basically nothing every day. I…

cylinders

your were the glass cylinder on my desk             that bended reality             but you were constant                   like the north star                    a fixation in the sky                     the only obsession that I never took            and I treated you like the vapor on my windshield               I just had to say a few words                      …

Process memories

sometimes you have too many things just jumbled in your mind. And you're almost ranting and raving about everything that's going to pass. I feel like I have to write down everything, so I can remember it, and also it gives memories proper contexts and allows for us to make sense of the world around.…

oh hear the palpitations of my hearts       and the flutter with the double beats     and the metal is removed              blazing from the kiln      from your foundations             you spoke          and you were afraid               but you faked bravery          and went on with comic relief            even with the silence…

the cool wind brushes against your cheek     and you waver on        sunlight reflecting off the dark pavement              snow melting slowly                 rain drop sound drops off leaves              birds heads turned to look                  open their mouths and cry                the soft squish of wet grassy mud              and the coolness of…

you have this mind

and a million thoughts just flow in and out. and you have to somehow make sense of everything in your brain. you have to decide if you want to speak your mind, whatever comes out seems seemingly irrelevant what is going on in reality. You hold a whole world inside. And on one really knows.…

Bait

haphazard conditions lightly sugar coated landscapes trodding over frozen water lake beneath the layers resides life Hidden by the mysterious white Fish just wanted to put up a fight And you rouse your pick ax to break the ice that you were standing on from all that you relied on You just counted the breaths…

Why not be transformed they say   when we wait for more then two decades        i'll be here for now              standing without a sound                 He has stationed me here for now                     so place another sand bag down                     and even though we hear shots echoing in the distance                     and even…