lowest of my lowest
downgrading to the sand
of all the slowest
with a raised arm span
wallowing at the edge
careful of intuitions best
so I try to eat the wedge
that clips off my breast
blossom and bloom to strain
I take in myself and spew out kaleidoscope
And I show you no feign
But no more can I scope
No color of my name
For you, you seem alone, and I’ve known many like you
I’ve lived with many like you.
And I feel like you
Till I am not like you
And asked a question of how to see you.
The woven lungs and snowflakes hide the strain
And as you drain
The stains of mental drain is a blood bath
It cleans and gleams on the reflection of my iris
The expectations of the tenderness of skin and meat are so unlikely
It doesn’t tear but rather
They can’t bite the fact that this is what I am
The inedible definitions does not nurture their minds
Its dry and sticky and far from replenish
Swallow my teeth to see if it grows in thier head
And seasons bring the ripest one of all
Till again I am covered in my own blood.
Special times are always
And too surreal that I want to bite my cheek off
or fall down the stairs
Just to wake myself from this dream.
And while we walk on the side walks
I can see you look at me
And the days are burning our skin.
The suns gets in my eyes
but I can still see yours brighter.
Day 28: A song by an artist whose voice you love
Morrissey baby!! Morrissey from the The Smiths has such a lovely, sexy, somber voice. I absolutely love him and can’t get enough of him. Someday I will see him in concert.
Disappointed by Morrissey
Last of the Famous International Playboy by Morrissey , I am that boy dancing in his room
There is a Light that Never Goes Out by The Smiths
I have two of their records and I remember those summer days listening to them over and over in my room. Such sad yet heartwarming music.
Give it a listen, give music a chance.