I wish I had written the songs I grew up with
I wish all those stories were about me
I wish that I had wings that would sprout if I stepped out my window
I wish I was the wind, climbing, soaring without boundaries
I wish I could feel for a second what it is not to exist
I wish I could feel what you feel for a day
I wish I was here, and nowhere and everywhere
I wish there was place where my heart could just stay
I wish there was color I had never seen before
I wish not just to “Be” but to be alive in every way
I wish I could fight becoming one with the crowd
I wish there was a dog star to find my way
I wish I could remember feeling what I had felt before
I wish I could keep this numbness at bay
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Hope - Anathema
I was not put here by anyone in fear
I came alone as me
Just an idea in a long chain of discovery
Surrounded by the same you
Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea
And I die in a thrashing curse
Sometimes we are kind
More often, I doze
So far up the beach that those who try to reach are burnt alive in the searing
heat of the desert of my dispassion
So far removed, I never hear the water
'Cept once or twice a month when I see a mirror
And I refuse to believe in some of the things that are said to be here
Let alone those that are not
I'm trying to change my direction
Ours is pathetic in my own humble estimation
I love the planet
The great benign she-wolf
Benefactor
Spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence
When all the rose gardens are consumed in the flash-fire of flying time
She'll leave alone to you
Anathema
I came alone as me
Just an idea in a long chain of discovery
Surrounded by the same you
Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea
And I die in a thrashing curse
Sometimes we are kind
More often, I doze
So far up the beach that those who try to reach are burnt alive in the searing
heat of the desert of my dispassion
So far removed, I never hear the water
'Cept once or twice a month when I see a mirror
And I refuse to believe in some of the things that are said to be here
Let alone those that are not
I'm trying to change my direction
Ours is pathetic in my own humble estimation
I love the planet
The great benign she-wolf
Benefactor
Spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence
When all the rose gardens are consumed in the flash-fire of flying time
She'll leave alone to you
Anathema
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