Dreams glowing

They dreamt about water glowing with warm seductive colors
colors damn and dark, perhaps mysterious
they enjoyed mystery for it is unknown
their love was unknown, not understood
feelings very strong pushed out their hearts
when it didn't work they didn't understand
but who was there to ask in a city so dark no one stepped out to sea
they went to sleep to ask their dreams for awaken answers
for love is never a reality in the dark waters.

Earth goes away.

What do I do when the earth keeps going further and further away
I lost my touch a long time ago
the sun didn't shine where you lied
your lies didn't shine through me
I hoped my truth would kiss you a believer
disbelieving in me so passionately it wasn't possible on my earth
what do I do when the earth keeps going further and further away

Changing Branches.

We swam through the shallow debts of our souls, looking for a shore far from home
With new exposures and new sets of frames, for those were the things wrong, the things we blamed
We were ashamed of our individual histories, hoping to create this unfamiliar, improved past
We didn’t realize we had to find the roots to understand the growth through branches
Our climates changed and we were not prepared
Your hurricanes blew up my soul into pieces and my dramatic earthquakes shook you up to real
So I took my mirrors of pasts and set them up for a new reflection
My boots are made out of the best leather and will walk to another weather

Drama queen bitch.

I know I’m silenced but I want to scream
The only party I ever wanted to go..
Existed only in my head
Parties with out typical scenes and typical randomness
Chanter, banter
I’m really ready to go home type of thing
Its every film we watched when we were thirteen
My scarred impressions of reactions from reactions
Seem to differ from most
Who is most.
Everyone but me,
I suppose.
I suppose I’m over reacting
Playing my role in my own typical drama flick
There is absolutely no point to my point
That’s my fucking point

Mask.

-FedeGrau Photography.

The truth has entered my head,
The fragile girl has left my body,
The blood has gotten thicker in manny-
manny ways
The realization has grown in me, like a soul.

Blind you are,
Deaf you are,
You are hidden with no sign of a map.
A mask-so dark-you are,
And all this is no new chapter in my book.








A Girl by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast-
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Things seemed better from further away
No details, just blurred visions mixed with formed opinions
Once I approached closer I saw the raw definitions of what they actually are
I saw the build-up. I saw the blocks that created them and the cheap cement that ‘s keeping them together
The unknown blur of a photograph that had potential beauty turned into an over exposed image of misplaced children
They blame the seeds that planted them and ignore their choice of growth
They hear the voices and the tones but only pick up the pitch
No one is to blame the boat was bound to sink in the sea of shallow
Ego comes over pride
And now I know, when I look to seek I should really hide.

Mind.

In my mind you’re an open book with pasty pages filled with some good and a whole lot of evil.
In your mind you’re constantly right, you’re constantly winning your constantly constant
In my mind, my mind has failed because for some time some incoherent part of me listened to you not listening
In your mind you’re such a smooth blade and every time you cut me it actually turns to truth
But in my mind I know I’m going to leave you just like your mind left you behind.

The day we die will be the day we understand

We all keep falling asleep and we all keep waking up
We all keep dying and we all keep being born
The images we drew have already been drawn
At one point, we all feel special you’re nothing special for feeling special mr special
Always thinkin’ we’re at war with the world when we’re always at war with ourselves
Trying to be in control of control when control cannot be controlled
Pushing the good things hopping for better when the good was actually the best
Nothing is ever good enough and enough is never enough
Perhaps nothing has changed since the last time everything changed

Adult.

Scattered like the clothes all over the floor
Crumbling like that stale bread we still haven’t thrown away
Falling down just like the people before you
Breaking faster than the average heart
Beginning after the chance has already been lost
Pieces coming together like the puzzles we used to play
Being alive for more than some temporary emotion
Getting less than I am giving
Figuring everything out like I just saw the light
Constantly growing into shapes I did not see before

Robot.

Awaken
Check battery

Polish body
Put on face
Yes
No
Acceptable?
Ti g h ten wires
Work
Lose
Win
Destroy

Break wires
Replace wires
Battery low
Return to slot
Recharge

Repeat

Cubism Post.

Bits and pieces
Pieces and bits
colors and shapes
bits and pieces
make them come together
don't fall appart
bits and pieces
no explanations
Simple math
Simple colors
pits and pieces
make them come together
keep them together
bits and pieces

Today

Feeling like today is not my day

Feeling like this world around me isn’t my world

Feeling like the people I know are actually strangers

Feeling like their motives are lacking hope

Feeling like im carrying the hopeless on my back

Feeling like its going to break my back

Feeling like nothing is better than being nothing