At night we all felt the same
And I felt the breeze
A quite wisper across my skin
Holding fast
Surrounding me like mist
Like moonlight
Like falling leaves
Easily penetrating my lungs
So warm and so free
Comforting and holding me close
All but holding me back
The beauty of it all consumed me
As my eyes fixed upon the stars
That would shine like your own
And I am fixated
Content
Secure
With something better than oxygen
It's all I need
Stars make wishes come true. Poetry is strength for the weak. Time cauterizes wounds. Music saves your life.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Somnambulant
A walk
A whisper
Linger
Get closer
Your mind's eye
Draw closer now
A dream
A flicker
Sunrise
Will hold
This memory
Still holding on
A whisper
Linger
Get closer
Your mind's eye
Draw closer now
A dream
A flicker
Sunrise
Will hold
This memory
Still holding on
Labels:
Dreams,
freedom,
joy,
letting go finally,
Life,
Love,
sleepwalking
Thursday, January 28, 2010
STATic
I found, there's nothing to this underneath
Just a fight for lives uncertain
No matter what happens the outcome feels the same
So if I hurry
I'll still be here all the same
I was kidding myself to think
That a hospital bed with wheels
Meant a smoother recovery
Or that every time the vital signs drop
That the doctor will find medication in time
We were all left wondering where the quality of life went
Hooked up to a thousand machines
Everyone would like to think they'd help
But they only preserve the dead
On the days when I'm breathing
Or the days when I'm gasping
It all reads the same
I'm living
At the cost
Cause I'm done here
My life's lost most of it's recognition
For most my wounds are nothing now
Their friends been gone so long
That the cards and balloons are further in between
A way of life, no longer an emergency
I'm living like this everyday
Like the beep on the LCD
Never stops, and when it dose, CPR is administered
All the same
Everyday
My walls are white
The color I'll never see
Just a fight for lives uncertain
No matter what happens the outcome feels the same
So if I hurry
I'll still be here all the same
I was kidding myself to think
That a hospital bed with wheels
Meant a smoother recovery
Or that every time the vital signs drop
That the doctor will find medication in time
We were all left wondering where the quality of life went
Hooked up to a thousand machines
Everyone would like to think they'd help
But they only preserve the dead
On the days when I'm breathing
Or the days when I'm gasping
It all reads the same
I'm living
At the cost
Cause I'm done here
My life's lost most of it's recognition
For most my wounds are nothing now
Their friends been gone so long
That the cards and balloons are further in between
A way of life, no longer an emergency
I'm living like this everyday
Like the beep on the LCD
Never stops, and when it dose, CPR is administered
All the same
Everyday
My walls are white
The color I'll never see
Labels:
abandonment,
doctors,
hopelessness,
Life,
loveless,
medicine,
nothing new,
Pain,
Poetry,
prose,
tears
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