the shape of your dressA Story by Gastelum
elastic tendons in the brain make for archaic thoughts. shape shifting ideas of deceit like the shadows in Plato's wet dream; oh nocturnal emission is such a mysterious mess. to love the ones that I love is to ignore the ones i ignore and lust. my voice flows thick, lifts like a silhouette, but no where in my vocabulary am i happy or warm. confusion's found in the intersections i'm standing in. a day dream in my mind is the car wreck in your life.
your heart's in my basket with holes.
still not able to protect you from all that may harm.
talking quick and reading less. suffering slowly as i regress.
winter, oh winter!!! must you be so beautiful?! deadly and beautiful as i unwrap your skin with my skin. thinking i have it all figured out just when i realize i'm naked in your snow, growing cold, bleeding my blood thin. my heart continues to pump, for she knows nothing of what condition my body is in. a battle between what my sensors tell my brain to precieve, and what i know my strong-willed mind would like to see. sacrificing so much to gain much pain and so little wisdom.
i wander, and i wonder, how i am to shake this little feeling.
i ponder, and i plunder, ever will these nightmares end?
i serenade, and i sunder, learning how to breath the ocean's fuel.
© 2012 Gastelum
Added on April 29, 2012
Last Updated on April 29, 2012
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