Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
the mute poet
he said i was a dreamer
because i am wild and free
he said my decisions were always too new
i know i appeal to the strange
the strange are appealing
tonight has covered me with stillness
i have devoted myself to this feeling
it's delicate
it's stubborn
it savors the sound of my broken heart
it cries for me
it cries for him
he decorated my day with pain
while i waited for his maturity to arrive
but it never came
he laughed at my ways
with such deviltry
he made me feel like a dwarf
i didn't even recognize him in this costume
he used to carve his name into the beauty of my day
we used to swing in the park
we were proud fools
but now he remains the critic
i too must express rebellion
but solitude mixed with silence has it's strength
and i studied it like a precious condition
rejection is dangerous to the mind
yet necessary for the soul
it's tragic unfriendly eye
stares at me all day
this love was half developed
two fires
that wished to be one
i gave so much
but he was too poor to pay me back
-BW
because i am wild and free
he said my decisions were always too new
i know i appeal to the strange
the strange are appealing
tonight has covered me with stillness
i have devoted myself to this feeling
it's delicate
it's stubborn
it savors the sound of my broken heart
it cries for me
it cries for him
he decorated my day with pain
while i waited for his maturity to arrive
but it never came
he laughed at my ways
with such deviltry
he made me feel like a dwarf
i didn't even recognize him in this costume
he used to carve his name into the beauty of my day
we used to swing in the park
we were proud fools
but now he remains the critic
i too must express rebellion
but solitude mixed with silence has it's strength
and i studied it like a precious condition
rejection is dangerous to the mind
yet necessary for the soul
it's tragic unfriendly eye
stares at me all day
this love was half developed
two fires
that wished to be one
i gave so much
but he was too poor to pay me back
-BW
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Bitter
if you only knew
what was really true
what you left with was not anything
but a little bit of me
you didn't put it in your pocket
you threw it in the air
and caught it with your ego
swallowed it whole
consumed me without ever knowing what i tasted like
it's wasn't fair
but even if it was
i wouldn't be any taller
i swim alone again
i sleep alone again
you don't act like a friend
you're a smothering pain
i'll put my hand over my mouth
because seeing you makes me ache
grind my teeth
i have a burning desire for answer
but how can i ask you to be
more like
more like
me
-bw
what was really true
what you left with was not anything
but a little bit of me
you didn't put it in your pocket
you threw it in the air
and caught it with your ego
swallowed it whole
consumed me without ever knowing what i tasted like
it's wasn't fair
but even if it was
i wouldn't be any taller
i swim alone again
i sleep alone again
you don't act like a friend
you're a smothering pain
i'll put my hand over my mouth
because seeing you makes me ache
grind my teeth
i have a burning desire for answer
but how can i ask you to be
more like
more like
me
-bw
Monday, September 24, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
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