Black Crosses and Pearls

trying to explain all these dreams

 

 

Dancing deliriously in the in between spaces

In the white washed malls and supermarkets screaming

With liquor polished shoes, and beige foundations

In a never-ending place with his face on every door

Of things she remembers and faces every day

And all the things she cannot even say anything of course

 

Let's run away from here, I've been in this place for too long
Staring up from this boarding cell, they want me in jail

For stealing pearls
isn’t it amazing? How tall that windows stand in their four square walls

In this institution, "Isn't it symbolic of it all?" He's my best friend 
she’s the revolutionary girl

Wears herself in pink, it's not alright at all

 

Upon the clouds they stare with amusement

Up into the endless hotel lights they gaze

It was an unusual dream about hysterical bereavement

And it was never just a casual night

But a night laced with sorrow so crazed

For things she can't remember and resentment of this place

 

We could do it easily

It was a romantic affair with opiates and swords

Guns and we were bank robbers

That night she lay in bed in another world

She was a ballet dancer drugged on morphine

Off with his head! Was the last thing she’d seen…

 

And He plummets to the bottom of the ocean
A starving artist walking the plank
To find himself face to face with a giant fish
Don't call her Joan the Saint
She takes him to her world under the sea
A feminine wish, don't tell me why

 

We wanted to live on the edge of the walls
we stole from the Republic and gave freedom to them all
Campaigning Slavic rhymes to their masses agendas
we ran through the fields of dandelions and told orange tigers

 

Those things that would be better in the end I'd see

And call him a friend to the host of all hosts

He was really nice to me…he said
It was all really just in my head…smiling wisely.

 

 

Digital dysphoria

And panic at the disco

She can't remember

She can't even seem to think it over

But you were somewhere within

The apple green walls

painted with white self esteem

 

Drowning down there you crawled

With a hurt hope for morning

Mourning about a dream

About every man she'd ever seen
Dizzied by her false agendas

That drizzled down the walls of her brain.

 

 

Reviews

[Kiya]

Wow... all such a colourful mess! I really admire you for this, as it paints such a vivid yet distorted picture, exactly what dreams should be like. I love the randomness of it all, yet you can see at the same time that the words were carefully chosen. I love it!

"Campaigning Slavic rhymes to their masses agendas
we ran through the field of dandelions and told orange tigers"

Well done :)