Poem....I think
So I was in Barrett's rehearsal tonight (Opens this friday and plays till sunday if y'all want to check it out, it's kinda like the dinning room, It's a lot of one acts with some of the same people playing different parts, bhut they are not intertwined. So yeah...I think it starts at 7... in the auditorium...tickets are 5 dollars. Anyways.)
And I just got fucking frustrated and started to wish I was seeing things that I usually see when I'm stoned. So I wrote two poems. I think they're poems. Maybe they're songs with no chorus. Anyways, here:
Everything is right
because
Everyone is always fucked
There's always butterfly feathers
underneath my eyes
and tigeress jewels
floating in the sky
Nothing ever changes
with a simple "yes or no"
you just got me questioning
wether I should go
Stop laughing at something
that's just so stupid
I'm so sick
of your anal words
which is my bile
and once the magic dissolves
from a single toke
the mirrors are gone
and so is the smoke
ashes to ashes
pocket full of posies
dust to dust
all fall down
_____________________________________________________________
Sometimes I dare,
I dare to dream,
I dream of dancing,
dancing when the stars are mine
and the stars they,
they make my wings glitter
the emerald green
they really are
and not the black
that they see
You can catch me dancing
and laughing
anytime it's dark,
if you look through the keyhole
and it's raining a warm mist
So many roses that fall from the sky
and tiny white daisys that hang from my hair
that grow from each tear
If I were to lie
you would no care
and if I were to yell
you wouldn't even hear
But that doesn't matter
because I can dance
when the stars are mine
and it rains a warm mist
all night
And I just got fucking frustrated and started to wish I was seeing things that I usually see when I'm stoned. So I wrote two poems. I think they're poems. Maybe they're songs with no chorus. Anyways, here:
Everything is right
because
Everyone is always fucked
There's always butterfly feathers
underneath my eyes
and tigeress jewels
floating in the sky
Nothing ever changes
with a simple "yes or no"
you just got me questioning
wether I should go
Stop laughing at something
that's just so stupid
I'm so sick
of your anal words
which is my bile
and once the magic dissolves
from a single toke
the mirrors are gone
and so is the smoke
ashes to ashes
pocket full of posies
dust to dust
all fall down
_____________________________________________________________
Sometimes I dare,
I dare to dream,
I dream of dancing,
dancing when the stars are mine
and the stars they,
they make my wings glitter
the emerald green
they really are
and not the black
that they see
You can catch me dancing
and laughing
anytime it's dark,
if you look through the keyhole
and it's raining a warm mist
So many roses that fall from the sky
and tiny white daisys that hang from my hair
that grow from each tear
If I were to lie
you would no care
and if I were to yell
you wouldn't even hear
But that doesn't matter
because I can dance
when the stars are mine
and it rains a warm mist
all night