debate the inevitable
or simply dont
either way it blisters like a paintball
and welts like one too
Day: September 1, 2008
All I want to do (Or was it five years ago ?)
poetryAll I want to do is
pull out my hair
howl all the way to nowhere
touch the sand again
brush the sky with my lucky comb
climb trees in a strange land
dance with my hands in the air
All I want to do is
loosen my soul
wander in unlit alleys
listen to the night heartbeat
sleep in a lilac field
hold hands with a bum
find oblivion in a voice
All I want to do is
uncover my eyes
stroll in a desolated park
run through rain
fill my lungs with more air
bathe in silence
get drunk from cupid’s wine
All I want to do is
take off my body
feel the wind beneath my feet
whistle in a dark night
hug the silvery moon
jump into the abyss covered in grass
free fall with muted screams
the bleeding poets club
poetrythis pen was made to
tear my throat from it’s
place in my neck and
put it on paper so
people can read it and
i will choke and
this is every day for me