Eyes closed

I lay my head with patience in the grass,
Eyes wander endlessly over the sky as the clouds pass,
While the taste of nothingness consume me,
There is no place on earth I’d rather be.
While the clouds blossom into a purple haze,
My hands and legs feels numb while in the sun I daze,
Blue skies turns into night,
And the moon and the stars silently conquer the days light.

Drifting into a world of unconscious dreams,
Nothing inhere is really what it seems,
Drifting off into a distant land,
I’ll soon find myself trying to flee from his hand.
Suddenly I hear him calling,
Impossible to jump, but it feels like I’m falling,
Trying to run, but now he is long gone,
They used to tell me “he wont do you wrong”.

I’ll try to awake,
But new methods he will take,
He starts blowing kisses in my face,
It seems hard to stop, I can’t stop this chase.

The wind lift me up as I open my eyes,
Put’s me down as I awake, feels like paradise,
Fingers grasp around a cold stone,
Just to test if I’m numb still, to defend if I am not alone.
But the silence consume me yet again as I stare into the sky,
And a single purple cloud slowly passes by,
I get back upon my feet and in a slow pace I waltz home,
I wont see him there,
I can sleep alone.

Blue

Blue eyes come easy,
Blues eyes are made of pain,
Saw life tumbling, tripping, falling apart,
While calling her name.
Hence this, hence that,
How could she ever understand,
What ever is going to happen,
They look at her with pity, then shake her hand.

Blinded by their mistakes,
Life will always be like this,
Conscience dark as night by now,
It’s just how it’s all so convenient that makes her miss;
How life used to be,
Floating around on a purple cloud,
Without any guilt or nightmares,
Fulfilled with hopes, sheltered from doubt.

They bump her head into the walls,
To make her forget her past,
Push her down on the sidewalks, scratching her knees,
How long will her survival last?
Dancing among bushes covered with thorns,
She is the leaf upon, pretending to be,
Another she, in another place,
Growing flowers for them to see.

Cellar door

I open the doors to find a consuming liquid,
Drain the room while I smile,
While underneath it all, I was never happy,
I kept myself going for quite a while.
I dream so vividly,
I could feel myself dripping from the sky,
Waking up, I am the décor flowers in a water pool,
I am made of plastic, I can never die.

While I grew up, I realized,
“love will tear us apart”,
I wonder till I melt away in soft waves,
It’s not possible to mend a broken heart.
Listen closely to the walls surrounding,
If you stand close, you’ll hear them telling a story,
Backwards in time we can travel,
Back to a time of love and glory.

As I press my fingers through the cellar door,
I leave a space between,
The space stands for never ending,
My fingers express what I say and what I mean.
Last time I was in bloom,
I told the world that I knew;
How I shouldn’t trust him and that I wouldn’t,
But believing is one thing, living it is another thing to do.

Blunt poetry

The sky is grey and the rain is pouring down,
Tapping on my window, dozing people off in this sleepy town,
I’ll light another cigarette, open another beer,
Let my tears flow and remind myself why you’re not here;
Write a silly poem, try to collect my thoughts,
Dare myself to consider my madness, try to collect the dots.

I’ve been analyzing they’re faces,
Been closing my eyes, to see different places,
Been writing down everything I see,
While people notice nothing, while people don’t see me,
I’ve been hiding behind the glass, shielding myself from the fire,
They run like mad, say they’re keeping focus, but he & she is a liar.

Fucking prince of disbelief, are you high?
Will you be laughing at your mirror, till the day you die?
You’re a fraction of the puzzle and still you purr like a satisfied cat,
But you can’t even move, cause you’re thighs are too fat,
It’s only a matter of convincing them, you say,
But I’d rather be a bitch, then join the bed where you lay.

As the rain threatens to break my window,
The wind takes it’s pace, it’s letting me know;
That no matter how hard I try to rewind,
Life is never going to give me what’s rightfully mine,
Blame it on my fading smile,
But I’ll be living my life, make it worth the while.