The Lights In My Eyes |
My struggle to re-claim all I once held within, and all I knew I could be. |
My ‘Happy’ jar, coming along nicely :)
I will chase the wind through mountains
And oceans, if it brings me closer
To your breath.
You breathe on me through winter
Gales, and I feel it even
When you don’t.
You follow me closely with your
Scent, of longing and indulgence
And love- fear.
I want this fear always.
Until the waters of forever, run
Clear.
-KJM
Do you ever just,
Do a memory drive-by?
Reach in to the deepest
Crevasses of your mind
And pull out all you wished
Or didn’t wish,
To find?
Sometimes a drive-by, isn’t
Just a drive-by.
Sometimes you stop,
Sometimes you get out.
Sometimes your petrol runs out
And you’re stranded
At that place.
That place you got in the car,
And you drove to.
-KJM
When I’m sitting there, miserable
I feel worthless in this world,
And I want something.
I want you to sit next to me and
Take my hand and
Sear my eyes with your gaze.
In this moment, I am beautiful-
So beautiful.
And it’s because you love me.
-KJM
You can’t drink love
You can’t drink sun
You can’t drink kisses
You can’t drink fun.
You can’t drink bits of happy
Especially when you’re sad
But I can drink this whiskey-
Forget the thoughts I had.
-KJM
Pull the colour from my eyes.
Beckon the brightest of drum
Beats, to beat me to the ground.
Back in to the darkness,
Where the silence is
Louder, than longing and
Locked lives and
Lies.
Not everyone, was born to
Breathe.
-KJM
Lighting a match on my
Skin, is as easy as saying
Those words.
I wonder,
Why do you carry
Matches on you, when
You don’t even smoke?
You just like to burn me.
-KJM
My cup is black
And etched with gold
The coffee’s fresh
The flavour’s old
I swallow it
Without a care
The long, warm notes of despair.
-KJM
Come and join me
In this world of night
Where nothing is wrong
Nor particularly right.
A place where trees
Don’t grow very tall
A place where nothing
Much grows
At all.
My mind.
-KJM
Lyrics catching on fire,
Burning
Slowly
Through my sensitive skin.
They do not see,
The
Skin
That melts away in to nothing.
How can they?
-KJM
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