[Is It Me, Or Is It You?] Wouldn’t know what my mind goes through, I keep it hidden.. I often find myself behind closed doors, crying and bedridden.. No wonder I’m distant, I’ve lost my vision — as my eyes and cheeks stream with tears that reflect an infinite glisten.. The sounds I hear provoke fear, but I continue to listen.. “Got behind, didn’t make the bed.. Never met the man — it’s a sign
[Flyaway (In Reverse)] I’m elated to have come out of my shell, to have broken the spell, to have risen from hell.. Once a fallen angel, entangled at every angle in cables of the totality of my own reality from every moment I nearly jumped off without a second thought from my very own balcony.. There was grief that once so deranged my brain it pained me to see the blades that made me bleed and cascaded shame by chaining me
[In The Wild] Wrote her dreams on the back of a napkin.. Visualized herself turning thoughts into actions — flawlessly adapting to all that could happen.. Wouldn’t even matter what came her way — you’d never find her overreacting — just tirelessly laughing, as she’d be slapping jokes with her rhymes she defined as some type of spoken word rapping.. Pen to napkin —somehow formed an expansionof a chain of reactionsof endless attraction..So she kept
[New Sun] Can’t you see that originally I planted the roots of my tree to grow strong with resiliency, but over time Mother Nature’s volatility has faded me with deficiencies and I’ve lost stability?Is this how the rest of life is meant to be?There’s no mystery my history’s been rickety, but you have to understand that I expect one day I’ll live a life that’s lived differently..Maybe initially it won’t show visibly, but with consistency
I’m bulletproof, I never lose, and that’s the truth.. You hear that drumbeat over in the back alley of Main Street? That’s the rhythm of my heartbeat, pounding off the walls of the reinforced concrete, as I compete in the hot seat, and never once for a moment disown it — I’m just too elite.. I drink my whisky neat to fuel my dancing feet.. I choose to dance in knee-high high-heeled boots.. I dance
[To the Moon & Back] Mom I know you care, but sometimes this life just seems so unfair —to the point that it’s really hard for even me to bare, but I wouldn’t dare change a thing about being under your wing.. You mean the world to me, you’re the roots of my tree, it’s so clear now to see, how being a part of youhas shaped me to be.. My experience with you has
[SOS Shipwreck] Is it plausible that I define myself as Impulsively Recklessly (ir)Responsible? I’m methodical but illogical, to the point it’s less unsolvable and more so comical, that I’m unstoppable as my own obstacle.. In fact, it’s seemingly endless from my perspective, how I’m relentless to be Reckless, I’m restless leaving me breathless — I meant this, it’s f*cking senseless.. I’m so Impulsive I never consulted, all these past years of life I thought I
[Exit Stage Left] I must confess, that sometimes all life’s stress, has me so oppressed, that I just want to seek refuge, and rest in my nest, because it’s hard to express my distress, as I’m fighting cardiac arrest, directly from my very own sacred bodily chest.. What a mess I’ve made of my quest! Feels like I’m grasping for a breath of refresh, as I’m struggling to navigate through crowds, and exit stage left..
[Dance the Night Away] I’m tired of feeling this way — crying nearly each & everyday, barely able to embrace my chances at even the most wholesome of play, where sometimes I can’t even sit & instead just lay.. It doesn’t matter what I do or have to say — I’m just lost & abandoned in a dark passageway, in an off-street lonely alleyway.. I feel so faraway — from the day I can get up & walk away.. Maybe someday amongst
© KineticParallax 2024
© KineticParallax 2024
