well, see, i
knew a posibility
existed previously to
give me a chance at you, i
just never
knew a posibility
existed that you
would reciprocate a want of
that chance
musings & scribbles
that feeling when the tips o’ your nerves wiggle ‘neath the skin
been drowning myself in sad songs and all i can think of is doggypaddling in circles until the storm lets up
i could recite a million different lines to tell you how i feel, but you already know which words are mine, so what’s the use of rambling on when you know what’s behind thoughts given rhyme
my voice would have you trembling/remembering what you were after before you knew what to go for
my eyes will break you down and make you want me to build you back
a different way
i’ll be able to in another lifetime
but now i’ll never have the chance
the only difference between insanity and brilliance is the world’s understandings of what is said and what is known
is this
precipitated cup
half what
or
what?
it will be
filled
again!
there’s me
in this blue/
black
screen!
there’s me,
nose
bright & high–
and this head
lowers to
hide that
fact.
a particle of You
reaches at and taps me,
gently,
on the tip of
a nose
too uncared for
to know
it’s been
touched,
except
the rays of You still linger
’til these cheeks grow blushed
in reply of You
this whole has drifted,
been knocked by the dock-less boats
and left to wander
to borrow
the waterways
while
others
others
others
find
ways to
divert me
though i
i can’t tell them
to ‘llow me be
there is a world behind your eyes,
the darkest place you only know
when the lights are out and you,
you are falling asleep/falling for
the only goal you know is worth the blood in vein
there is a world beneath your nerve,
in calm of inner-you/your sea, on varied wave
brought close for sail of moment, far, in wade
of tide, your finnecky friend never quite there/
never quite here.