Sunday, July 31, 2011
Hey Lady Lu...
I didn’t mean to sound so suicidal today; tale as old at time with head, heart, soul and these hands competing and after all we’re here “My City of Ruins”. If anything it feels as though I’m in a rush, you know like everyone is waiting for me and we both know what they’re waiting for me to do.
It’s no secret how lonely I have been, hell I posted a poem on Facebook just hoping someone would take notice; isn’t that what it’s always been about? Friday I worked so long and hard on you know what and nobody gave a damn; little head in conjunction with the big head Luna. Speaking of lonely I can’t stop thinking about them, Chrissy and Susan; stay behind the line right but with each passing day I just want to get closer.
The Abomination has come back; he was gone for a few days and I can’t tell you how I wish, I hoped, and I prayed that he had died; I even had a dream of telling people on Facebook about his demise. Meanwhile war is back on between me and mother, she just talked to me today about Braxton, again Luna I’m suppose to stay in line. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep everyone waiting; if I could make it easy on myself I’d die tonight.
I know this hasn’t been one of my best lessons but like I said I’m rushed but as for what I have learned today… if I get pulled any which way I’ll fall into oncoming traffic but does than mean I should stay on the sidewalk or walk the line? I’m going to jump Luna and as for my final thought, what’s the rush… everything Behind The Line.
LATE
~Behind The Line~
The minute, hour, and second hand
Me beside the past and the future can
And will remain
Exactly same
I jump absurdity
Into eternity
The velvet rope and the bouncers’ nope
Kill what’s left of hope
Call it love or lust
Me and you, no us
I jump, assail
My way into Hell
Electronic impulses find my mind
Empty and blind
Ricochet
Not one more day
I jump, the sight
In the darkness is the light
Read between the lines
And you’ll find
These words
A mistake for you girl
I jump and descend
Into madness again
Be it Heaven’s Light
Or Hell’s Right
Maybe nothing
I’m jumping
I jump God divine
To something that is mine
Maybe the grass is greener
The girls are sweeter
Heaven’s lighter
Or Hell is brighter
Than they say
So I go my own way
Flying or falling
Dying or calling
In a favor
On life I gave up
Let me sign
And jump behind the line
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
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