Fish Out of Water
I'm an emotional mess
with starry eye gaze.
My head full of ideas
quiet down by so-called friends.
I'm a fantasy and a nightmare
all rolled into one.
If I put my work in a week:
Mondays are depression,
Tuesdays are fatigue,
Wednesdays are fighting days,
Thursdays are dreams,
Fridays are slumber walks,
Saturdays are Nirvana with eyes wide open,
Sunday are screams.
No matter the second, the day, or the year,
I face every Sun and Moon with an optimistic mood,
and a teary smile.
I carry my hopes in my heart,
my strength in my fists,
a silver spoon tongue,
and all my wits
as I face the world that told me I would only ever breath water.
My version of Capricorn (because I don’t really like the mainstream definition lol)
A fish-goat, scapegoat, use
Me as an excuse to
explain away your evil deeds.
My shimmering blue lies cover
Oceans of pain from your
Prying eyes, I’m
Sorry.
I’m sorry.
For what?
For what, for everything...
For everything.
For everything I’ve done.
Guilt weighs more than my body,
What is a body?
It’s just a shed to house
the tools of my mind.
if you can still hear me
what is it like to know that everything you do is the stars bleeding out into the emptiness of space and that all of those things that they say just don’t matter if you close your eyes and breath in without moving or ever feeling for one second that you can’t do what you’re meant to do and that you can’t ever believe it without the cold hard truth of what you were before all the stars died away before your eyes
and what is it like to feel the warm arms of love and to be a sweet secret that no one has uncovered like an uncorked bottle that floats dismally through the ocean waves and never comes to dry ground where the sands of time slowly and tenderly wear it away like a bird in an empty attic that’s been left for all the other bright and shiny things which glimmer and rattle but are all so cold
1
Living off of dreams and drinking cold water
With a little bit of luck and not much else
2
Instead of this once, there is an un-timeless
Nests are for birds, but men like to share
3
Figments and fractures that take all the courage
Seem like a dust that never says never
4
Wish there was love in the depths of the circle
But prophecies come and never go far
5
They fill in the gaps with stardust and glitter
Sometimes waking up things that don’t breathe
6
Figurehead spirits and flea market treasures
Get it all wrong with nothing to keep