Corrosion is a state of mind. You ask me how I know?
I dont need a signature? Virtue is my escrow.
I seal my solid ambitions. I work with them everyday.
Please dont get all confused with the words I say.
I cuddled with my demons. They want just what i got.
My subconscience working overtime to help dissolve the rot.
I attach the purpose just what am looking for?
My emotions contort with reality. That will settle the score.
Only You can save you. Align yourself with the truth.
Before long the corrosion is gone,
like you drank from the fountain of youth.
09.05.2019
Charlotte
Categories:
subconscience, change, confidence, creation, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Every time you think you need to fill your mind's eye.
The astigmatisms are misshapen and left follows right.
A octave a slightly askewed.
A sharp is high and rude.
Fortune fountains explode empty then die,
Subconscience that's conscience and both Darkness and in Light.
Categories:
subconscience, absence,
Form: Rhyme
Only In My Dreams
Often times I've seen you
A nameless face in the crowd
Wandering in my dreams
Then you shout my name out loud
Have we met and I`ve forgotten?
Do we have a past?
When I dream of you I'll ask
And then I'll know at last
In my dreams sometimes I hold you
Then you suddenly disappear
I wake up with just a memory
And I wish you were still near
There are nights I think I hear your voice
Laughing in the hall
Then I'm awoken by a sudden noise
And realise you`re not there at all
I wish that you were real
And not only in my dreams
You're a figure in my subconscience
Where everything's not as it seems
Categories:
subconscience, dream,
Form: Rhyme
( A KILLERS MIND )
What goes on in a killers mind, what makes them want to kill.
Is it money that they are after, or the sickness of the thrill.
The subconscience can be convicting, the appeal can be unclear.
Do they do it for the graditude, why cant they face their fear.
You can try to read a killers mind, but get no-where real fast.
Alot I`ve heard have twisted souls, and a pretty messed up past.
How they think is quite perplexed, their emotions run real wild.
They dont care about another being, and thats putting it quite mild.
Their life is often daunted, and they dont have much to give.
They are loners in society, and they dont care if they live.
A killers mind is akwardly smart, To them life is a puzzle.
Their attitudes can change real fast, like a dog that needs a muzzle.
To understand a killers mind, one must feel perception.
To dig deep in and anadote, a killers mild redemption.
A lifetime of constant rejection, is what you just might find.
Deep inside a monsters head, set alone is the killers mind.
Categories:
subconscience, murder,
Form: Rhyme
Trudgingly we came through this March
"Twas the longest yet so far,
Within its days a world of bloom
Was seen with eyes anew.
Daily rose to see it turn,
To pass another play,
Reciting subconscience dream learnt speech.
Realities true come by to see
A Place that's been always there,
Time comes up and round a curve
The space unmolded.
Categories:
subconscience, time,
Form: Free verse
Consider this when pondering life
For nothing's as it seems
What if dreams were really life?
And lives were really dreams
What if dreams are where we're safe?
But in life there's danger and peril
Life is full of infectious disease
While dreams are clean and sterile
Why do we want our dreams to come true,
Are they so much better than life?
If dreams are where we really live
We're free from heartache and strife
Our dreams can take us anywhere
But in life we're somehow confined
When we're awake we're told what to do
But not by our subconscience mind
So when you close your eyes tonight
To silence your daily screams
Remember your dreams is where you live
And your life is really your dreams
Categories:
subconscience, fantasy, life, life,
Form: Rhyme
Out into the open,
gone an, cast away from thee.
Living the life I'm living,
needing to be: a chance to be.
Who's always understood me not,
feeling the price I pay.
I wander through the maze;
ever hindered by the day.
Oh, once you had your daydreams,
and to me-seemed to entwine...
All was left so unseasoned,
our lives never seemed to ryhme.
Life was always with you,
and also without.
Cold-battering flights of bold,
you dispatched me so full of doubt.
Now, all but so, disconcerting;
and sometimes, ever so clear.
I alone walk the egde of childhood,
seeking, needing, for you to be near.
Categories:
subconscience, imagination, introspection, sad, me,
Form: I do not know?