Post on 24-May-2015
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i look around and all i see are strangers
faces unfamiliar
faces i don’t know
i am the alien in this place.
a piece from a different puzzle.
no matter how hard i push
i can never be like them.
we can share our time,
our laughs, our secret jokes,
but it doesn’t feel real when all are just clay faces
with bodies you can’t touch
with feelings you can’t grasp
I've hit many false glimmers of hope
a girl, maybe two; they welcome me here
then set me free to walk alone.
maybe a boy
we share thoughts, interests, old souls
maybe a smile or two.
but I've come to realize he is just another unfamiliar face,
and she is just an unfamiliar face
strangers just like the rest.
they are all strangers.
i am the alien.
These words I cannot spill from mind to tongue
Imagine how it all is said and done
They say that actions speak louder than words
But without them feelings go unheard
Free my mind to fly on its own.
The waves from brain to brain could not be stronger
My heart is having trouble waiting longer
I’ll never get my point across
They say its better loved and lost
But I never want to lose you.
I wonder what it is I’m trying to say
My rainbow thoughts may come out solid gray
You’re stunning, you’re scenic, but you’re blurred
I guess my feelings will go unheard
So much to say,
But I am not brave.
I am with you.
I am with your voice, with your hands, with your body
I am with your sadness, your content, and your rage
I am with your bias, your opinion, your theories, and your speculations
I am with your impression
I am with your design
I am with your vision, your audio, your taste
I am with your reflection, your self-consciousness, your beauty and your flaws
I am with your embarrassment and your humility
I am with your leisure, and your pleasure, and your satisfaction
I am with your vibes
I am with your waves
I am with your religion, I am with your faith, and I am with your dedication
I am with your madness and I am with your sanity
I am with your pulse, your rhythm, and your movement
I am with you.
I am with your everything
i endeavor
drive myself; push myself, to fight the strenuous incline
each day is another step forward
and two steps descending
backwards, into what’s reality
i can never make it
i will never make it
i will never arrive
at the summit
of my pursuit of happiness.
i couldn’t think of anything i’d like to do more
than fall in love with you
my mind is tangled inside you
intertwined thought into thought.
i sink into your eyes
i melt into your voice
your words interlace into my brain
as your fingers interlace into mine
small words
bottomless feelings
beautiful to the sight, sound, and touch
you have captivated my interest
with your limitless fascination.
If I had a aged typewriter
I’d type down every feeling I could think of
click click click
I would have no sores from a pencil
And I could toss the paper out
And there would be no evidence that it ever existed
If I had a honeyed guitar
I’d sing and strum a beautiful song
C Am Em G
I would have sores from each pluck
And I could tape it and play it and listen
And people would hear it and know it existed
If I had a polished gun
I could load it and cock it and pull the trigger
bang
I would have sores in my heart from the blow
And I could bleed and rest and move on
And nobody would know I existed
You are here
But you really aren’t here
Fake an expression that you really don’t feel
Fake movements you really can’t manage
Your body is filled with a demon that you can’t release
Poison dictates your system
You let it saturate your body and soul
I can’t thrive without you.
My caretaker, my protector, my nurse
Fix yourself.
A little boy meets a little girl
He tells her she’s stupid
They play a game of hopscotch
And play tag
And push each other on the grass
Making messes
A young fellow meets a young lady
He tells her she’s cute
They pass a few love notes
And cheek kisses
And push each other out of their school desks
Making valentines
A man meets a woman
He tells her she’s beautiful
They vow their love for each other
And kiss each others mouths
And push each other onto the bed
Making love
there is war in my brain
wrath in my vein
hate in my domain
acid in my rain
there is horror in my head
blood in every thread
rage in every shred
sight is going red
drugs inside my system
madness in my dictum
stutters in my rhythm
i am just a victim
of the war in my brain.
i think maybe i love you
just a little
you with your sweet words and carless wisdom
with your endearing smile and sharp wit
and the way you think before you speak
i think maybe i love you
just a little
you with your shined up shoes
with your greased up hair and slim fit jeans
and the way you look before you leap
i think maybe i love you
just a little
maybe a lot.