too weighted... (a poem)

sleepless for as long as i can remember
shuffled sore feet through oiled puddles
of a florescent city fallen into silence
i mean i try to tell people i slouch
cause i've got these heavy wings
i feel them like the god in my head
keeping me too weighted to grow
the tips feel clipped, rooted in the
chips on my shoulders that seem
to be apparent to everyone but me
outstretched these wings reach
they commander the breeze
like the webs that tingle in the insides
of my brain rattling all the nothings togeather,
everything finding it's place
late night walks amongst the dusty cities
ripple amongst the pretty little things
constructed fragments of memories
attempting to find happiness
in the text and the inbetweens
not everything feels like bad dreams
hidden under street lamps these shadows dance
like the slip in weak knees, side street dead ends
freeway silence whips in the gentle breexe
i needed to tell her i could see the futures
exposing everything in myself, revealing my seams
she couldn't, see, or wouldn't, believe
laughing it off. i mean i wonder crazy
reservations keep these conversations at bay
she laughs cause i can, not sharing everything
maybe things arn't as apparent as they seem

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[hume12345]

you once did a video where you said you needed to learn the rules in order to break them. that's always stuck with me since i heard it. hearing this poem it makes me wonder whether you haven't already written a new set of rules for generations to appreciate.

[janeczka]

Very nice one. Love the flow.

[QuadropheniaBrosef]

excellent again man

[DavidRandallCurtis]

Great poem!