BabyGrace
Refugee
and so the days pass on
in a timeless circle I'll never accept
yet there's nothing that I would regret
maniacal laughter hit me high
wind-broken on a sigh...
I speed along, frozen in the hush
inverted twilight hours before the frigid rush
crashing with each day I'm more alive
daring myself to take the dive
might I surface on the other side?
entranced by the falling leaves
bewitching in their brilliant grace
before they swirl in my passing wake
to come to rest, naked and veinless
alongside their gutted, abandoned fellows
murderous mysteries
pull me ever further in
seeking the blind touch
am I allowed to say my heart is tired?
or must I sing this song thus wired...
still trying to twist out of the lie
we'd built girders of steel to caress the sky
but held within,
a thousand sparks of life and love
truth and blood
now smeared in oblivion upon the pavement blacker still
a startled mourning dove darts out of my way
I catch my breath before it is too late
killing people a world away
just by being
with each delicate stab through my heart
growing ever more painful
I can't help but feel how alive I am.
~~~~~
here's a mess of a poem if you ever saw one, and im too tired to bother reworking it. plus i kinda like it the mess it is..
i wrote one a lot simpler and very similar, some lines are the same in fact, altho i think i like this one better. maybe i'll post it too in this thread in a bit..
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but for the grace of love I'd will the meaning of heaven from above...
in a timeless circle I'll never accept
yet there's nothing that I would regret
maniacal laughter hit me high
wind-broken on a sigh...
I speed along, frozen in the hush
inverted twilight hours before the frigid rush
crashing with each day I'm more alive
daring myself to take the dive
might I surface on the other side?
entranced by the falling leaves
bewitching in their brilliant grace
before they swirl in my passing wake
to come to rest, naked and veinless
alongside their gutted, abandoned fellows
murderous mysteries
pull me ever further in
seeking the blind touch
am I allowed to say my heart is tired?
or must I sing this song thus wired...
still trying to twist out of the lie
we'd built girders of steel to caress the sky
but held within,
a thousand sparks of life and love
truth and blood
now smeared in oblivion upon the pavement blacker still
a startled mourning dove darts out of my way
I catch my breath before it is too late
killing people a world away
just by being
with each delicate stab through my heart
growing ever more painful
I can't help but feel how alive I am.
~~~~~
here's a mess of a poem if you ever saw one, and im too tired to bother reworking it. plus i kinda like it the mess it is..
i wrote one a lot simpler and very similar, some lines are the same in fact, altho i think i like this one better. maybe i'll post it too in this thread in a bit..
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but for the grace of love I'd will the meaning of heaven from above...