From the look out of a sun stained window
The bottom half of thick misshape clouds
resemble the motionless hilltop tree line
which stands beneath waiting to connect
Cradling mashed regret
from an inverted credence
The mystic pause between
overcast and sapling bleeds.
The strain of caged expression
leaves a trail of mocked kindred
As the sun sets on shush
Heel and toe mark the shadows.
Fear muzzles the sorrow
A dense moisture fills the air
Birds pass by unsettled
to the rumble of thunder.
One apology that is blind to see
Rough voiced with words that mean nothing to tress
And clouds with a space between that seems bottled
with connection breathing, "we can't be".
Categories:
misshape, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Maybe I'm just crazy?
Maybe I'm not myself today?
What have I done lately?
Crawled to the moon and back again.
Have you seen me today?
Washed and worn out I'm afraid
What have you done lately?
Looked at me then walked away.
I am just a piece of glass
Lying broken in your hand
What did I do yesterday?
But let your mind misshape me.
Let me breathe
Come make me better
This sad feeling I must shatter
Understanding
Make you realize
I'm down again today.
Maybe I'm just crazy?
Maybe I'm not myself today?
What have I done lately?
Crawled to the moon and back again
Categories:
misshape, lifeme, me, moon,
Form: Lyric