I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
I just want to be.
No place to run, no place to hide,
I'm suffocating with all this goddamn debris.
Dancing against my wall;
Then up onto my ceiling.
Am I right side up or am i upside down?
The absence of such colors has left me with this barren feeling.
I closed my eyes and drifted beyond,
Over and through.
Phasing from life to life;
Catching into my net, the real and the taboo.
And so the boom of silence,
Cleared the world within my room.
Nothing to stand on, nothing to grip on;
My mind is now pregnant with ideas ready to bloom.
Now I can live, now I can die.
Now I can be.
No need to run, no need to hide,
I'm going to breathe away all this goddamn debris.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
