Floating on top of a rushing rapids
Not falling in, been taking antacids
Brain full of fog with my eyes underground
Surfing on static while laying around
A TV screen hisses with black and white streaks
Most int'resting thing that I've seen in weeks
Can't even put headphones into my ears
Sound has gummed up all the cogs and the gears
Ceiling fan slowly rotates about
Blades moving 'round as if they're in doubt
Tell me. what is this blankness I feel
Sometimes I don't think that I am quite real
there's a quiescent muse
locked away in a poet's mind
trapped in the hush of silence
that befalls amidst blank pages
his pen sits in a well
suspended inkless of time
unable to scribble words
of romance in verses
no morning rises
risen through his mind
to brighten days
that linger without sun
just a hush
in the chill of january
that sits blank
like this snow
staring back
*someone's words are missing at soup...i used to look forward to the morning rises in verses that he penned... was bummed on this chilly morning to see nothing new once again*
I fill my head
With
Heavenly
Daydreams
Warmth
In this
Cold berth
Don't
Wanna
Wake up
The giggle
Of a lil elf
Sounds of
Silver bells
Tickling my ear
Bathing in
The toasty
Cozy
Of the fireplace
Dancing flames
Stay with me
Don't leave
Mellow
Chocolatey goodness
In
The middle of a
Brisky
Crystalline
Winter wonderland
Sipping the gorgeous
Decadence
Gazing into
A
Ravishing
Space
Not filled with
Blankness
A beautiful
Blankness
With you
In it
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionary of Blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
Before entering this world
we transform our soul
The gramophone
plays songs
of mutilated destination
midwife of Death
hatched her eggs
Breeding a dark
Questionairy of blankness
Lament to
Humanity
where art thou?
Does the corset suit you?
Can it show the shape of Love?
Do you read your own obituaries
remembering the scent
you bore?
Have you ever been
a child?
Remember the Sun
bears
stigma
of starlight
No anger, no hatred,
No anxiety, no love,
no sympathy just little empathy may be..
emptiness inside me;
feeling of void which needed to be filled..
may be..
but how does nothing affects me?
is it from birth or just started ago...
being in company of friends or be with family,
its still the same..
heart filled vacuum instilled in me
surrounded by well built boundaries created besides me
Now no reaction, not even empathy
just lying still..
rather be mannequin than suffer like this
I fared under the caricature
Of desolate bane this eve –
Walking with shiver in pocket
Toward the glassiness of now –
As I reached the tip of today
Drenched I was, in disgust –
Saturated with concocted sweat
I gripped tirelessly, the shiver –
Poured the shock of yesterday
Through forgotten cloud –
As I quivered under the dry
Of pouring dry rains –
My eyes swelled silently shut
From the lack of tears this eve –
My shiver, it completely melted
From the glassiness of now –
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