The truth of the world is its all a slow burn
Pointless existence
Scrabbling for the next reason
Seeking anchors to tether
An unquiet soul
But we’re not built for this isolation
It all overwhelms
Until the only choice is shutdown
Or narrow
Making small what was once
Limitless
poetry
It’ll all get better
Dreams are liars
Pain the only truth
Steps forward
Steps back
No difference between this and
Oscillate
Fake meaning for fake lives
Eat sharp intake of breathe
Waiting for the sun
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Binary solution set
People forget
They forget what I’ve said
They forget their promises
They forget what they’ve asked of me
What luxury
To live in a world of forget
What decadence
To discard one set of rules for another
It must be nice
To determine that one code no longer works
And to choose another
More convenience than I am capable of
Maybe that is for the best
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Musings on a midnight clear
Do I sound like the recording of my voice?
Is that me?
Am I the man in the electronics?
I can never tell
Sometimes voice is deep and gravelly
Sometimes lighter
Full of winsome
Which is real
Or is it between
Is my voice what I hear it as?
Or what you hear it digitally reproduced as?
Are we both hearing something different?
I never thought of my voice as attractive until someone said it was.
Changing my perspective
Never having perceived it as anything
Special
That makes me think
Maybe I’m wrong about other things too
I wonder what they are
And how I will change in the future
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Is this creepy?
Just drinking my feelings away
Can’t find a way to make anyone want to stay
Maybe I’m just bad at choices
Maybe I needs to accept the losses
I fall in love far too easy
Or maybe that’s just how it seems
I wait
I watch
I learn
Maybe we weren’t talking
But I was seeing
By the time I made the approach
I was a few steps away from falling
So maybe it seems I’m love bombing
But every person I’ve loved is the culmination
Of steps I’ve taken
Unseen
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Connection but not connected
Want to float in your arms
Last remnants of hope bleeding out
Let me have this fantasy
Synced with you
Joyous with knowing
Minutes flow by having found
Sanctuary
Knowing it for false
Still
Wouldn’t it be nice
To have those memories
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Quartered
Bound to these borders
A petty king
Time holds hostage
While she dances to spring
This symbol
Break the read
Longing for the first breath of ice
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Notes half heard in the distant
The music swells on the parqeu dance floor
Watch you move in the arms of your pain
These verse and step burn
As amphora napalm rounds
Scatter and ignite
Helpless to change these echoed shades
Trapped behind glass
I watch
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Nerve less fingertips
Dragged down like a slow moving gazelle
Lethe drowns
Last remnants drift
Replaced by a song
A dream
And arms to hold
But only in dreams
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Uncertain meetings
I wonder at your sidelong looks and smiles
Your throat full of questions unasked
Am I putting motivations into your actions
I suppose we’ll never know
As we maintain this detente
Too many maybes
Not enough yes
Pelgris 