Poetry For Everyday People
Talking With My Walls
There's a darkness
locked
back somewhere
in time
lost in my mind
I can't fully
grasp
nor can I quiet remember
flashes come in dreams
and I wake
feeling
as if I was just
buried alive
there are people
that walk past me
and I don't wanna
breath the same air
people with a vibe
so evil
a way about them
so cleverly cruel
I stare at the sky
there are times
when the air seems
an enemy
as I beg it
for more
the hell we've known
even conquered
seems always
on a slow simmer
of psychological chess
what we've lived
internally
who we are
externally
all calculated
but for the mind
for the glimpses
that hunt without
warning
the universe
behind our eyes
looking through
it's prison
of flesh and bones
craving escape
as we take our souls
down creative alleys
digging the vibe
of innovation
the freedom
of a new chance
a love beyond
a place to separate
and rise above the confusion
the conclusions without
thought nor merit
just herds stuck
in molds
pointing fingers
believing in what
they have never truly
studied or cared to
open their minds
long enough to feel
or understand
it's a gray world
and suckers see
black and white
escape
is:
unwavering well,
and a cultivation
of ones self worth.
locked
back somewhere
in time
lost in my mind
I can't fully
grasp
nor can I quiet remember
flashes come in dreams
and I wake
feeling
as if I was just
buried alive
there are people
that walk past me
and I don't wanna
breath the same air
people with a vibe
so evil
a way about them
so cleverly cruel
I stare at the sky
there are times
when the air seems
an enemy
as I beg it
for more
the hell we've known
even conquered
seems always
on a slow simmer
of psychological chess
what we've lived
internally
who we are
externally
all calculated
but for the mind
for the glimpses
that hunt without
warning
the universe
behind our eyes
looking through
it's prison
of flesh and bones
craving escape
as we take our souls
down creative alleys
digging the vibe
of innovation
the freedom
of a new chance
a love beyond
a place to separate
and rise above the confusion
the conclusions without
thought nor merit
just herds stuck
in molds
pointing fingers
believing in what
they have never truly
studied or cared to
open their minds
long enough to feel
or understand
it's a gray world
and suckers see
black and white
escape
is:
unwavering well,
and a cultivation
of ones self worth.
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Talking With My Walls
Talking With My Walls
