Friday, January 20, 2017

hello from the other side of me, a dream journal to say the least?

a girl, my ex and you.
my ex gave me rose, the girl wanted me just a dose.
it all happened so quickly, time moved pretty swiftly
i stood there with a hole that never ceased to close.

i guess in that dream we weren't together?
i think, i saw you were busy with another?
what was that look? i cant really tell.
the girl beside me was working on a spell.

for a moment there, i thought i didn't know you.
you're different, was tired and empty too?
i tried to reach, but i didn't have the guts.
maybe they're right, i am just a silly klutz.
 
i saw my ex running towards me, with the familiar face i saw years back.
i put on my jacket, walk through the door not giving any fuck.
i saw you again, with eyes all puffy and body so stiff.
i didn't have the guts, i walked pass and light the spliff.

my phone rang, it was a text.
it felt familiar is as if i know what will happen next. 
i was running away from my dreads.
before i know it, i woke up with no string on me and only sweats.


a girl, my ex and you.

the dream was weird, the kind that makes your spines tingle.
the sadness, the joy, the feeling was too real for me to say it was a dream.
i woke up with confusion, like that time i took lsd and woke up with frustration.
i looked at my wrist, its getting worse with infection. at least i know this is real.
i guess i should just take a pill of joy that the doctor once prescribed me with, i took it for fun, but i should take it for my life.
and when i feel a bit better, i'll have the guts to say goodbye forever.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

you pay doctors to tell you your worst nightmare and still be okay with it

confused, dazed, and a palm of self hate
neat splinters and long sleeves, so people wont have to squint.
my wrist itches, every now and then,
but then again, isn't it only myself to blame?

hey look, its the frankenstein! their eyes trying to say
but i guess they're right, or its an understatement
for them, its just jokes for days,
for me, its the price it gotta pay.

this slab of meat has nothing on its feet
all is numb, what is bitter sweet?
its time to go before death comes to greet
maybe by then i'll be something who doesn't wilt.