dialated pupils.

it's empty inside me.

and sometimes i dream about the seed.

the seed that will be planted

inside, magic or just nature will make it grow.



something in me wants to be pregnant.

something in me wants to be.

something in me is tired of sitting

on this fire escape.

my backyard is this dying garden.

with a latter pointed to the sky.



i am killing nothing.

i am killing nothing.

i've been laying down in the battle field.
with no reason to fight.
and with no one to defend me.

the lyrics to music have lost their beauty.
i only hear conor gasp for air.
ryan just hums and cracks.
jessie is just sobbing.

inside my skin,
i'm painting the west coast.
without skill and motivation.
it's all a bundle of black seas
and tired cotton sheets.

the salt is washing the dream away from him.

Reviews

[Greystone]

"I am killing nothing." There's so much in this one line: Remorse, guilt, anger--helplessness?

Well done. The message here is well-lain, your flow is mediocre but passable, and the overall piece was enjoyable.

Keep writing.

[Butterflymom]

This piece is very beautiful, and intense piece. I found it to be very thought provoking. Keep up the great work.