Escaping Dreams
[I]-with reality splinters/I]
*She reaches glory sun asylum, hands nervously shaking cause she is happy to meet new people- not feared. She skips in her mind while being dragged by nothing else better people grunt in madness cause with my emotions she weights them down. Approaches a double door attained with a figurine called "Mr.Blue" as he entices me with saying "welcome home, babydoll!"
Stiff smiles groove,
thread lines across-
rib cages that gasp
for fresh air to leak.
Slowly I'm churning,
comfort sorts digress
punching holes through
words that mean nothing.
Crumbling through hands,
can't hold my weight
for burdens that are carried,
are far too lethargic.
-these days of abnormality
cropping the field
between lucid smiles
painting vivid serpents
barking a taste of-
this flesh of no flesh
cause I wear my heart
On my sleeve.
Parallel accolades,
Tip toe into my cranium
pounding through a process
With faceless grins
And horrid laughters,
Scabbed and picked at
With no intention to heal.
-I am real
*******
noose round my words,
to speak i must...
slit thy throat for exit wounds
to try and escape
through my own pain.
Covered in dew,
I'm spilt to exposure
embracing the culture-
I face now as my world.
*******
I tumble in to see
faceless names being dawned,
sparkling with joy,
A lens flare eye
attracts the artist in me.
I am sewn shut
with inner emotions
craving for existence
that little chance of hope.
-but nothing is seen
I meet my inner faith
sowing my own poison
which I seem to recall,
My dyer leap of faith.
We sat to chat,
exchanged exposing words
to loosen the tension
and sever discomfort.
I speak in mind,
no intent to blurt
or curse wrongful shame
onto the others.
Still they chance-
taking every last hope
down with the sun
-we bagged
*so babydoll creeps into her third eye and refigures her life to be exiting door 12.*
Cold and in silence,
She taps her soul for revilement.
Tucking her chin,
To strafe from the violence.
Captures here demons,
Paints her escape with feelings.
"my second wind" she drifts,
Dragging her toes with scabs peeling.
Grumbling words distorted,
Grasping for a little light.
As an insight to her night,
With the moon leading to new life.
Cranium asylum,
Dark rivets dot her soul.
Leaving her a story told,
For eyes to read upon announcements.
.
.
.
I hobble around end tables,
Pressing seats to floors.
-to be parallel with the universe
Stab my way past walls,
Stained with screams and fear
Gloating about corners
As a stroll beyond misery.
Clocks forward in minutes,
No more time to waste.
Lunge for the double doors,
Black moment Jupiter
Eclipses my vision,
Leaving me to wake.
-unknown
shots ring the ears,
Of innocence blind.
Bleeding stories of told secrets
Onto the canvas of pain.
Laughter echoes in vein
With a vastly smidgen of pleasure
Widens from cheek to cheek.
I combust into a shadow,
Gut the throat of it's words
Sipping six feet deep dirty-
And gulp the seconds left remaining
Through charred thoughts
Half bitten for a taste,
Of dimmed emotions in a glass.
Bodies laid lifeless I spin
The hand of lucifer.
Lucid I break for it,
Becoming numb to the bone
Gasping with eager
I tinge on the edge of insanity.
In search for clarity;
Spreading my arms to grasp
With vice grip lips-
Kissing the pavement goodbye.
Stuck I reach the end
Where the universe doesn't turn,
Mouthing curses
With bubbled skin broiling,
Left an example of pain.
Tarnished I distract,
Vague words and dress up sex-
Touch me freely as your puppet
-let the others be free
This wasn't my story,
It never was my ending.
Life sown shut for me,
I bleed with happiness pretending-
To be happy is to help others persevere,
Clouds with spears; javelin my heart.
A shadow goodbye sincere,
Plead them freedom- for a new start
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