in my world
the copper is peeling from the stove,
condensation stains the windows a milky grey
enough to keep out the storm i wove
at bay, for another day.
i don't know what it is that i fear
these undiluted thought traumas
seem to tear me apart from those i hold dear
swallowed like the sands, ocean coma.
i live for desire, i pray for clarity
but the fog just keeps holding
it whispers, "no big ideas, this is reality."
reeking of gasoline, squeezing and choking
holding, i'm choking my words but
i'm kicking with both of my legs, swimming
to the surface, in my world
i'm alone, lone wolf but i have purpose
and i've failed and lost, i've blundered
a thousand fucking times but i resurfaced
my shedding skin carried away by the currents
eyes hollowed like a paper mask, method actor
role-call. think i blew up the internet.
but it's still not me.
in love with your TV,
things are changing
i'm history
blink and you'll miss me
in California
if only this were the place i wanted to be
::fame::
YOU ARE READING
in your world
Poetry:: you were lost in your world and i couldn't find the way in my own ::
