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eyes of the world

the things my eyes have seen
I cant forget
blue grace that dances in the
recess of my membranes.
opening up a whole world of delusion
or inspiration
depending on optimism
love that surrounds me and light that energizes me.
the things my eyes have seen
I can’t unsee
from buety to the most profane
the soul of me
deeper the the recesses of the oceans
then space or infinity
alive throughthe things hidden behind

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a haunting/24/soul love saga

The cars are louder than my radio
I know they know
her glow

I’m spacey
do to circumstance
situational reenactments
like a tornado
I get hazy
so I don’t
scream

I don’t like to yell
I like peace
I like drama free
clean

ghost haunt me
so the cemetery near is clear
cross the street
from me
ghosts keep me up at night
dreamin or out of fright
the company a wonderful treasure

when I sit
as a passenger
I keep the mirror down
so I can see
if I’m really there
here
are my eyes
not disguised
mine
eyes have seen
all