1screams a mind who won't dwell
inside a head spilled into a deep vat
of muddy duct tape
All tangeled up,
wrapped around this small head
compared to the universe
I'm but a pinch of dust,
not even close
to a grain.
A grain that smells of old,
old memories,
locked in cupboards
where your broken heart
sit and waits.
A time will come
that is to be sure
but not for certain
are these events
for which you proclaim
will happen.
Trapped outside
then in
scrambling about
trying to find a way out
when I already know
its right there
peaking its tiny little light
directly at me.
Why can't I touch this light
I ask one million times
No,
I scream another billion!
I wish to be bathed within
the warm lights glow
brimming with life
all outside seems so lively
maybe its because I'm so trapped
while working my fingers
to the mighty bone.
Maybe letting my eyes,
every now and then,
have a quick glance
of all beauty that lays
beyond my door step
do I step forward
unafraid of gods eye
burning at my skin.
Like using a magnifying glass
to burn us all.
Why must we sit here
out on the front lawn
and want to go back ib?
Theres so much flying high
in these blue skies,
yet so much darkness
that will soon turn its ugly head
over to the moons glow
wishing for it to disappear.
But where am I
in the midst
of all of these descriptions?
I sit here all alone
awaiting the sounds
of a mean old man
who comes to bug me.
But thats why,
I am prepared.
I shall hide underneath,
these piles of covers,
just so he doesn't see me.
Oh I wish he didn't exist.
But thankfully his evil shadow
has decided not show itself yet.
So I sigh with relief,
acheing with a tired sense
of sleepy dreams.
But still struggling
to keep my focus
upon this pen and paper.
Hoping to please your eyes,
to make them beam with joy,
or to burst them open
all over your keyboards.
I drift off,
like usual,
into thoughts of future.
Wishing they will come soon.
No,
begging for them to come!
And drag me out,
out of this dusty cupboard.
At least I'll be going somewhere
letting the river of hope and love
carry me through and through
this troublesome life.
Easing my breath,
no more thoughts of death.