Robots

World of drones, we all let go
of each other, of ourselves.
Your face in mine, in pantomime,
encrypted, frozen, years of lost time
…you’ll never get back.

Is this how you imagined things,
when you set out?
City streets, crossroads, seeking new faces.
Not the same, no less strange-
because everything has changed
…and you watched it slip away.

Illusions

It’s not as strange as you think, but still I keep you guessing. Is this piece a missing link, or a lie we hold too tightly?

Bitter pills line the sink, and the real ones that keep my safe. All this left me on the brink, of someone who kept on fighting

I’m losing you. I’m losing you.

So my mind isn’t here, still I see daylight when night draws near. The chaos I feel, will soon be subsiding.

For whatever it’s worth. I will always hold you dear. Until you value more, than just a part in the scenery.

I’m losing you, I’m losing you.  (Selfishly)

Eluded to you, elusive to me, all these illusion of who I am and who you’ll never see

The weight of the sky, seems so very light, and I’m done playing pretend for the rest of my life

But I keep on trying to be… so much more  than I am, til nothing exists

Another day of the same, but I feel like the taste has gone away, if you’re looking for words to say, pick ones that are worth denying…

I‘m losing you, I’m losing you

You Play the Heroine for Me

The desert where you found me deserted and confounded
and living a life that made no sense.
The bums on the street had it right
what’s mine, once yours, so give it without a fight.
Whole years that seem to disappear
your only mindset, broken,
Please get me out of here.
In fact, it sucked to the bottom of the depths,
scalding blister and furnace the churning sand, out of my mind with
no respect,
For what we had, dead on arrival,
wasn’t mere survival–
It was a joke no one got.

Except you,
you picked me up, dusted off the powder and silica-
swept me off the path I journeyed.
Sleepy eyed and beaten to a pulp,
no sanctuary for those who had given up.
You can’t get back what you left
thank the fragments of brain matter
under swept,
seats of a ‘football’ game.. most call it soccer
and 0-0 means that nobody wins.
We’re all poor sports when were sporting each other, and whoring ourselves into a life that has too many variables.
Too many excuses to leave
and not enough to stay.