flow of conscienceness

Oct 16, 2005 17:25

deasperately craving attention/ from someone who doesn't exist/ and now i realize/ never did/ so why am i so alone/ in a place that should be home/ there is no soul gone/ from the eyes i imagine reaching far/ too deeply into/ bent to the breaking point/ but forgotten soon there after/ you never genuinely heard my laughter/ in our slow motion desaster/ life goes so much faster when you're pretending/ to have a good time/ no I'm not being clever/ for the sake of it anymore/ so who here is true dear/ and who is responsible/ for the breaking of annother's heart?/ i can't help but stat in thinking/ you know you never saw my real feelings/ as such/ you decided long ago/ not to give all that much/ you may have felt my honest touch/ but did it cut too deep/ or graze your brazen cheek/ in darkness of dreamless sleep?/ if you ask which of my four/ voices you've heard so far/ i tell you truthfully/ not a damned one/ and without moving/ or breathing to misquote me/ anybody can see that you're moving on/ time goes so much slower then/ when we're immitating/ having fun/ singing along/ with a song i've never heard before/ now i'm sure i never will again/ you knew too well the words/ but never felt the truth of the rythim/ just under my skin/ so who here is the bravest/ of word smiths/ and just whom is the foolish liar?/ trying in this moral trial/ but never getting too far/ for time goes/ but where to no one knows/ in our imaginary get away/ unfolding my personal drama play/ never knowing i was in the game/ how can you claim you've won?/ the sun goes down/ annother sleepless day/ i didn't hear from you/ missing the grace of the dance/ who here can not be moved?/ it's all over/ get out/ goodbye/ who can say i did't try?/ i'm a bad poet/ you're a worse liar/ and in the mornings when i awoke without/ realizing i was right/ never to believe the times/ you say you love me(?)// --J

writing, spoken word, poetry

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