Poems found on the Asylum floor
something about you resembles a peice of me
I had to find out . I had to know more.
So I dug a hole
and so I dug deep and found myself within it
on the surface there it may be a logical claim to say that she has diggin up dirt to have her way
some will say
she’s as gone as the wind we only put just as much faith in her in the things she knocks in and kicks up
to think
I’ve never even seen your face
not a trace
of you was ever left on me
you see .. It’s this man he comes to me in my dreams
and yea I know how that may seem..
yet
you know how it be
it is what it is.
I feel his prescense in my living essence.
Shes got a disease others will say
I should have never told my sister that day
that////when i stretch
joints and bones seperate to make space for the spirit of our love to take place
prepare for me without saying you’re ready a real part of me asks. Ive been in this whole for so long even though we are not together yet I demand we get along!
a crack in your jaw yawning easily alerts me of you taking the initiative
making daily adjustments and alterations
to hold space for hole we’ve dug
..
anyways
very few take up the chance to talk Love with me. They all have better things to do
regulary connect to my truth is what I like to do
laugh at my youth to hide from songs that never tucked them in stuffed animals that never recieved the address to this residence that we reside in
And so I dug a hole.
told myself the stories of a Love a part of my mind would always let thrive
that I would never let anyone convince me other wise
filled myself with stories of love they made me so happy their hurt could’nt help but call them lies.
soon enough I began to put life to there lives
living in fear of what might be near
I’d like to think my tears put out the flames of those fears
of men who would do me wrong, men you can’t wear these typa of shorts near, the feelings you get when nothing is said but something is seriously wrong.
close your legs you have a skirt on
what is wrong ?
what is going on
who is it and what is it that you’re all so afraid of that I don’t see going on
It can’t be
can’t be how you all have been getting on
So I dug a hole, made a home from the emptiness
and
told myself Love stories that fucking made sense
