I did not do one single thing today besides cry and drink and wallow in my friends. It was a pathetic sight, blushed cheeks and senselessness crawling through my chapped lips that I had never even stopped to realize I’d swallowed. It swam through my teeth and articulated itself; brain handcuffed with no say at all. And these are the times you get to know yourself in contrast to the self you’d like to portray. Those times when you have to let something nameless navigate because every other part of you has been paralyzed.
Filed under: 2008, RHYMING, Uncategorized | Tags: crazy poetry, existential poetry, poetry
I feel a little crazy
I feel a little dark
I feel like I’m in a rush
With no where to park
And you are so peaceful
Calm and bright
I feel a little crazy
Lying next to you tonight
And no one can save me
If I go down this road
Where the horizon meets the black
Where no one dares to go
I drive into the sun alone
It’s always been my way
To convince myself I’ve got a home
And something meaningful to say
But I’ve got nothin’ but a shadow
Nothin’ but a pen
Nothin’ but boundless love
Looking to be spent
Nothin’ but a talking mind
Nothin’ but a lost soul
Nothing here was ever mine
Nor in my control
