uh oh smmoreo
01/01/09, 11:51 PM
I'll give this forum a shot. Super lame stuff here, but oh well.
I walk and I see
the leaves start to fall all at once.
The chill has come too soon,
and I watch the season change before me.
The leaves meet the air and move,
making their own paths.
They are lighter than the wind.
I wonder why I am not,
and when I will be.
I turn towards home and
put out my cigarette.
My pace quickens, and I tell myself
it is only because of the cold.
---
i dreamt a green sky, color of her eyes
the day had come, the chlorophyll rejected
the light from the sun and reflected it
back where it'd come from. the suffocation
crept slowly along then. the ozone opened
and we all saw space, died with a vision
of what we all sought, room enough to breathe
but just too late. as we held our breath
because there was no more, more love was felt
than there was ever felt before,
for the color of life and the breadth of emptiness
were realized. and i woke up understanding both,
and knowing what i knew: that she isn't everything,
but is as close to it as i know i'll ever be.
i've forgotten since what life and alone mean,
but i'm still with her; i'm alive and with company.
it's all i could ask for to take from a dream.
---
On someone else's focalin , what else is better unprescribed?
This is my mind altered. What's the use then of my mind?
This is my mind altered, what it takes to be alive.
Different's done. I know that there is no change left this time.
I think of fires about I watch the fading light move west.
Alive, but without breathing, as I'm walking autumn sets.
Alive but without breathing, as sometimes I forget.
I wonder what could change this time, begin another trip.
This is my mind altered. I try with all my might
to grasp the lucidity of stillwater and hold it to me tight,
the burning freeze of ice and what else burns still in my life.
The touch of nothing, senselessness of what's above the sky.
I am the colorless, something that's only been dreamt of,
the unimagined equity of space and what we are
and time's impossibilites: I am life, but we're all death.
I am the body and the blood, but I'm just not saved enough
to feel that I have any answers; maybe that's how it should be,
but I believe there's little more to life than dizziness and failing.
These chemicals go in in hope that coming out of my body
will be brilliance, meaning, happiness, some stark epiphany.
This is my mind altered, come down with no more truth
than what I started with. The sky returns the blackest shade of blue
and I learned nothing. Just the brevity and how my fire's out.
Left with nothing but more cigarettes and nothing else to do
but to inhale deeply, love the sting, and try to try again.
I guess things change. I wasn't always trapped inside my brain.
This is my mind altered, I didn't used to be this way.
I thought there more to life than just to sit around and wait
for the moment we find we're all dead on the inside and the out
and to find that all my kilos and circumference have gone down.
There's nothing left to do but wait for all these sights and sounds
to end. This is my mind altered. Things could change, but they don't now.
I walk and I see
the leaves start to fall all at once.
The chill has come too soon,
and I watch the season change before me.
The leaves meet the air and move,
making their own paths.
They are lighter than the wind.
I wonder why I am not,
and when I will be.
I turn towards home and
put out my cigarette.
My pace quickens, and I tell myself
it is only because of the cold.
---
i dreamt a green sky, color of her eyes
the day had come, the chlorophyll rejected
the light from the sun and reflected it
back where it'd come from. the suffocation
crept slowly along then. the ozone opened
and we all saw space, died with a vision
of what we all sought, room enough to breathe
but just too late. as we held our breath
because there was no more, more love was felt
than there was ever felt before,
for the color of life and the breadth of emptiness
were realized. and i woke up understanding both,
and knowing what i knew: that she isn't everything,
but is as close to it as i know i'll ever be.
i've forgotten since what life and alone mean,
but i'm still with her; i'm alive and with company.
it's all i could ask for to take from a dream.
---
On someone else's focalin , what else is better unprescribed?
This is my mind altered. What's the use then of my mind?
This is my mind altered, what it takes to be alive.
Different's done. I know that there is no change left this time.
I think of fires about I watch the fading light move west.
Alive, but without breathing, as I'm walking autumn sets.
Alive but without breathing, as sometimes I forget.
I wonder what could change this time, begin another trip.
This is my mind altered. I try with all my might
to grasp the lucidity of stillwater and hold it to me tight,
the burning freeze of ice and what else burns still in my life.
The touch of nothing, senselessness of what's above the sky.
I am the colorless, something that's only been dreamt of,
the unimagined equity of space and what we are
and time's impossibilites: I am life, but we're all death.
I am the body and the blood, but I'm just not saved enough
to feel that I have any answers; maybe that's how it should be,
but I believe there's little more to life than dizziness and failing.
These chemicals go in in hope that coming out of my body
will be brilliance, meaning, happiness, some stark epiphany.
This is my mind altered, come down with no more truth
than what I started with. The sky returns the blackest shade of blue
and I learned nothing. Just the brevity and how my fire's out.
Left with nothing but more cigarettes and nothing else to do
but to inhale deeply, love the sting, and try to try again.
I guess things change. I wasn't always trapped inside my brain.
This is my mind altered, I didn't used to be this way.
I thought there more to life than just to sit around and wait
for the moment we find we're all dead on the inside and the out
and to find that all my kilos and circumference have gone down.
There's nothing left to do but wait for all these sights and sounds
to end. This is my mind altered. Things could change, but they don't now.