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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