rakish2000

TooBloodBad
2011-02-23 22:02:02 (UTC)

Bedroom Poet

I am in a cell and I am surrounded

Round or rough, soft or stiff.

Pulled in or pushed out

These things have arrived with time and intention

For good or bad, they leave a stain.

I turn out the lights and block out the sun

If I don't see them, they cant touch me

Again I am surrounded

I press my back into the corner

I press my warm palms on the cool paint

I slide down

I see the glowing eyes of the radio

A friendly ghost blinking time and sending waves

Waves bouncing off the blackness

Crash through me and become dreams

Round and rough, soft and stiff

Pulled in and pushed out

These dreams have arrived with time and intention

For good or bad, they leave a stain.

I push my dreams against the walls of the world....And wait.




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