The Strange Collide

I'm doing nothing,

sitting here

within this space

crickets on the out

to my right

cross the street

amidst the brush

beneath moist green

and ruddy brown

warning me

the rain is to fall.

 

Within

between each wall

underneath a ceiling

ontop the floor

wind sneaking up my nose

across my eyes

easing my woe.

 

Morning has past

mourning long since begun

i'm amongst the empty.

 

No alter before me

home to my tapestries

idols, prayers and tears

 

No poster to remind

friends swim you through

the rapids of the years

no green on these leaves inside

Spineing my wall

no droves of demensions to loose myself behind

only cawing of the McCaw

the plain stained air

and time....

 

The beat of my heart

the scratch of this pen in my diary

seaching for forgiveness

as if its hiding amongst my lymrics

or lyrics from my mp3

swashing feet on dirty wood

each spin, and leap

the dance

of the empty

because I pause

and see

nothing around me.

 

The bed will get left

no room where I'm headed

table too

all my dishes,

wishes, dreams of the last two years

all of it rushing by

my years here

rushing by.... and over.

 

So I sit

not reminiscing

but missing all the things that could've been

I haven't heard me speak

least when it's my voice

its not me

but its tomorrow & yesterday in some strange collide

as I let go

yet to cry

as I move on

and let go of what's been

my life.

 

Author's Note

So Not even sure Spine-ing is a word but i like it so ...I used hope thats okay with you guys. I kinda make up my own rules.