Bedroom
His dreams of returning
To see through my eyes and experience it?s pain. I?ve slowly fallen stranger to my life, and I?m afraid. I don?t know who I am, and I don?t know where I?m going. Death no longer scares me in fact it?s coming will be welcomed with relief. However I can?t bring myself to the bed, because that?s not what I want to go out saying.
I think I just want people to like me, and to understand what it is they want. Do they want freedom, love, and an answer out of life? Honestly I don?t think there is one. I think we?re here to simply marvel at how complex this world is, and how significant we want it to be.
The truth is I live in a mirror? I don?t know about everyone else, but I can?t control who I am. I wish I could have made the decision considering I?m the one, who must lead it, but I can?t? and I don?t think we can.
Sure we decide what it is we say, what it is we do? but where is it that we get our words, and find our actions. We can redefine ourselves, but we can?t escape it. We?re apart of something predetermined, not necessarily a certain fate. There is something wrong, and I cannot touch it? I can feel it beneath, and all around. With your time and those eyes?. One day you will remove me. I just want to smile, but one doesn?t fit this face. I have love to give, but in no way to give it. I?m sorry that I can?t, but please forgive me with good intentions.
He stands outside
Sometimes I like to watch the things around me, how beautiful it can be? and then it is ugly, and I hate it. I?m drowning inside, and it?s cold? dark and wasted. Take me away? tomorrow it might rain. Maybe we?ll laugh when we reach it, what we could have done and changed. We live with our ways, and we wait? until it?s over, and too late.
What does the world want from my image, what is accepted? Not peculiar or odd, normal if not luminescent to those who?ve finally realized. I will not come again, this shall be the last? for it is time to reflect and rest and return to my bedroom. It is time to sleep off the pain, and regain the love I once had.
I still don?t know who I am, but I?m beginning to realize what I want. I want people to be happy, and to be apart of it. I want to feel it again? against my skin, and cheek. We?ll live by the day, instead of worrying by the week. We?ll become strong forget what is to fear? and we'll follow ourselves in amazement of what it can do.
And opening his door
Are you sad? What can I do? to alleviate, and remove? If you don?t want me, I won?t ask... I?m always here. Her hand is with my leather voice and favorite band. To bathe in her hair, and drowned in silk? to die with the smile we perform. One last time in our end? be my friend, and take my name.
With his words
Maybe I?m completely wrong, and maybe it?s just a mess. These thoughts and memories were processed? and then again maybe I?m right. We?ll never know, and that?s the beauty of this question.
And with his footsteps
He took us places we could not follow, and led us to the separate ends. Without a meaning it?s a severed dream, do we live with meaning? Our soul is with the land lives like a shadow lost in sand.
The entered bedroom
The virgin shown, led and loaned. Lost without mistake. Until now he?s found, and now he sees. Only now he takes.
Closes its doors
I also wrote a poem entitled bedroom
We took a man, and stripped him
We took another, and we ate him
We danced in the blood of others
A Celebration off illicit dreams
These television thoughts?
Brought by needles, which give us wings
A bed which fed us dinner
The coat that led us lost
Things we never use
We waited till were fine
Till the neighbors went to sleep
And the earth began to feed
Bedrooms home, and ridden
All these thoughts unforgiving
And the nothing never seems?
All these people, gathered dreams
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