Fast forward, jump a few moons in my home, lost screw loose
or right where it should be
Time now, again, to bow my head in my embarssed speed lane
I'm dead, I'm dead
Or maybe
Condemned to life
I don't want to die never again
I think and fly in dreams
Sky born treetop scrapes born of you
Of you
Of you and you a part of me not so long ago
Where have you gone?
You asked me the same but I would answer you
I have read pages to you and you just raped me in your void
All since I said what we both know was wrong
Some fucking mistake
Thought so hard but on the wrong road
But it doesn't matter
You'd never let me know
So how are you?
Has a little of your three ring dissipated?
Have you found any more of the nexus that you search for?
How are you?
In my mind you are good
Always resilliant even if gone about crooked
Never, never, never
Who cares?
I care
All life suffering
All desires a root to you and me and of us
I can't
My desires are all I ever was, every part of this automatic
writing
All the times, all the times
All life suffering
All pieces broken
Never look for tomorrow, yesterday is never the present
I can only laugh at what I can not count on
And everything is humor
Reason for writing:
Random and inconsistent... I know but reflective of me. Reason, I think, is pretty self explanatory.
Birth sign: Taurus
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