fear

i was once daring
nothing caught the sight of me
as i marched on by

now all i can see
is pain, fear, and anarchy
what on earth is this?

told to stay inside
but my thoughts are far away
you can't pin my heart

two of me

there are two of me
inside

(one you cannot see)

one official
with official words and
policies

meant to convey sanity

(and one shivering
at every corner

forlorn, and alone

hoping for a reprieve)

the one outside
knows all the answers,

or can find them
at a blink of the eye

steadfast and wise

(one wanting to
burst into tears
in a moment

sad and disappointed

staring at the skies)

i speak with
the intelligence of one

(and the heart of another)

trying to balance
the trembling inside

at all costs

it would exhaust me
if i wasn't used to being
all to-gether proper

(and a messy all apart)

(heart)

two views

it's funny to see
the pictures
we take

you with your
angles and inclinations
without a bit of colour

or an innovative filter

me with my
"omg, look, there's water!"
or
"did you see that one sunset?
stop so i can capture it!"

or
"sshhhh...be very very quiet
i'm talking a picture
of your ear

....hold still!"

at the end of the day
your photos lay
in the front page
of any history
book.....

and mine hide in
strange blogs about
doritos and smog
and cryptic rhymes

that try hard to be
sublime

but only end up
obscene

(dream)

last horse at belmont

the steed with an egg
all over its face and hair
can no longer run

you can hear her cry
if your feet are very still
and your heart is true

"i once was a prize
now my eyes can only see
my past victories" 

last dance

she was dancing
in death

at the dawn
of the night

and her friends
gathered 'round her

to complete
the rite

no more would
she have to

fret and fight

no more would
her feelings

block out the light

he was
but an unfortunate
memory

stuck in the
quiet of her
reverie

but left
far away 
from her heart

(start)

unknown darkness

i often think of you
as the mystery
beside me

no matter how long
i ride with you
i can't understand
a thing

perhaps that's best

for to know you
like the back
of my hand
means i'd try to make
some spurious stand

and slink away
from the mess
i made

lather, rinse, repeat

this way
i'll never know
the price i'd pay
if i left the darkness
for what i think is day

and let your shadows
envelop me

like some lost letter
flying in the night

(sight)

tree home

when you climb a tree
it's like in another world
breathing higher air

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i used to climb trees
to escape chaos below
hiding in plain sight

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if you look for me
listen for footfalls above
please bring doritos