omoilomo

Deep breath, gentle exhale. Careful, measured strides. 1,2,3... Smoky color fills the air Heavy metal.. black Dancing figures Unceremonious, With no grace, Gunfire sounds Keep dancing... through the noise. Dodging it all around me. There is a forest in my mind With a wildfire I try to contain A one-man force against the fire It is blazing with heat Burning holes in the paper Of my mind. Leaving blisters on my skin. Dancing with gasoline in my hands I just want a cool spring To dip my head in.

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Derailed train, I reach out my hand To the starless sky under the streetlight. A wish Hanging on a thread, My fickle heart Drenched and naked to the bone, Retraces the outline of a memory- Broken shadows of a dream. I am an empty drum left on a shelf Pandora's key; I lit a match in the darkness. A sign to show I am here... I can handle the heat, It burns on my skin But the cold always seems So foreign to me Unrequited Vision Staring at the stars Swimming in the deep I wish I could fly But I can't breath. What ever happened to our delicate dreams? They are is lost in the concrete, Dangling by a thread in our memories.