Underneath a guise of calm serenity
I can feel boiling
I can feel heat
I can feel frustrations I can't dismiss
Underneath a guise of peace and quiet
I can hear static
I can hear lonliness
I can hear worlds shattering
Underneath a guise of organization
I can see chaos
I can see bitterness
I can see us losing this
Underneath it all
I know this
Is the end of a very
Beautiful thing
Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Monday, June 03, 2013
Thoughts of White
Search for me beyond the fog of my mind
Trying so desperately to keep you
From finding me
Alone
Surrounded by water
Breathing it in
But it does not drown me
Like the ocean that
I cannot find
Search for me beyond the shore of my mind
Trying to elude from the fact that
Finding me is so
Arduous
Surrounded by shadows
Cast from tall lies
But they do not cover me
Like the night
From the truth
Search for me beyond the home of my mind
Trying so hard to keep you out
From finding a truth
I can't admit to myself
Surrounded by light
That shines deep into the unwanted
Thoughts that seem to wander
Like the sounds
Of me surrendering
Trying so desperately to keep you
From finding me
Alone
Surrounded by water
Breathing it in
But it does not drown me
Like the ocean that
I cannot find
Search for me beyond the shore of my mind
Trying to elude from the fact that
Finding me is so
Arduous
Surrounded by shadows
Cast from tall lies
But they do not cover me
Like the night
From the truth
Search for me beyond the home of my mind
Trying so hard to keep you out
From finding a truth
I can't admit to myself
Surrounded by light
That shines deep into the unwanted
Thoughts that seem to wander
Like the sounds
Of me surrendering
Some Sense Since...
Senseless sensibility
And I'm hoping for
More than this
Reality seems to bear
A constant ache
A constant stare
Down into the depths
Of our truest despairs
Reflections of glowing
Gleaming falsehood
Gory perfection
Wrapped in packages
Of lost and found
Senseless sensibility
And I'm hoping for
Sheer emptiness
Helpful voices try to
Draw finer lines
Distinct human lives
Into what they once were
Of past lives we forgot
Hang on to every
Last word you hear
Long before you sell
All that makes sense
Of this troubling sensibility
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