The pictures I paint in my mind. You, your beautiful A mess And strong. Your hair is dirty and unnatural . Your words come easy, And so do you. The trust you give Makes my head tilt As I look back at you With crooked eyes.
What’s your crutch, Are you still standing? Is your limp Pronounced enough, To feel the fear? Falling, Hesitation. Pride stripped down Beneath your belt. Is anyone looking?
All the beautiful places, All the beautiful things, All just one simple step Right out your front door.
Control, Of What?
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Drop the expectations, Let them fall to the floor. Without them you are free To feel life most genuinely.
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.