Broken Windows Of Missed Opportunity Timelessly Hung In A Frame Of Regret.
broken windows of missed opportunity timelessly hung in a frame of regret.
I cant stand seeing the old, young, weak, loved, sad, strong, ill, infected, handicapped, unwanted, un noticed, lonely, crushed, disfigured, the religious, meaningless, free, the willing or unwilling captive. the too thin, too thick, too rich too poor, too pretty, too ugly, the just right, the in between, the conscious, the dormant, the used and the users. goldy locks and all the bears. the pigs their wolf, the lines, loops and circles. and then I look in the mirror. I wonder where the hell do I belong? between the lines, out of the details, behind the scenes. the dark side of the moon. somewhere in limbo. just waiting for a green light. waiting for my time. but somethings wrong. I must not have heard the whistle. Was I ready? I was set. and there it goes. Turned around to find lights out, curtain drawn and doors closed.
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a clean escape.
The water is drawn and Im all alone.
I look at myself as I take off my clothes.
I look pretty decent.
Its the real me that nobody knows.
I know the secrets that nobody can.
nearly flawless canvas on a broken man.
Im thinking of you as Im lowering in.
Warm relaxing water just under my chin.
the last time you made me smile.
The last time you made me laugh.
This is the last time Ill take a bath.
The sleep is coming. Im going to drown.
Im dreaming of you on the way down.
weak but still standing.
all the words that flow through me, never ending verbal sea. none of which amount to anything... not near what I think they mean. All these thoughts Above me circling. pondering if, and what if there was... some meaning? What could it be. What will this bring? wounds in mending. shaping me. Tear it down, now build it up. break my heart but you cant break me. no matter how close you think I seem.
enough heart ache for two.
I feel like this life is so fleeting.
and I worry I wont find a meaning.
before it ends.
The time just keeps slipping by.
Im aging... before my eyes.
I sit and talk with those whom I call friends.
but it never ends, they dont know me.
I dont have one.
but Im waiting.
my friend.
for the day you love me again...
I know it wont come but Ill hold my breath.
Ive been practicing. Ive gotten good at it.
its all just a game that they're playing.
I just wait my turn. keep on waiting.
untill it ends. and its over.
no... second player.
waiting till it ends.
and then maybe...
Ill see you again.
life
Sometimes I get this voice in my head saying. "youre destroying yourself." and the only thing I can think is. I know.
Words hold no truth, bear no meaning.
A flick of the tongue and a feeling. Combined with a gust of air. A string of linear conscious thought and an inquisitive stare. A thought now gave flesh by word. though its new definition pales when compared.
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