Common Strands

All of you, you got this thing about you.

Sick body, ill-spirited

Trudging through the grime

Of this shared reality;

So you continue,

An outlet of expression

For those inner parts,

Of a dampened soul;

I am not as affectionate

I am not as verbal

Not as present

But I surely notice,

A glitch passing by

Sister’s solemn vow of happiness

As she lets down her head

Effort turned work ill spent

Taken from a warm wet place

To the cold, where you let your eyes hide

Violence teases your tongue

As the words spew, the imagination runs

Your passion suppressed, led you to regret

And one little jelly cat

The list goes on, and no one is at fault

Just a collective of realities, taking shape to be seen, heard, and felt

I don’t care to read, I don’t care to spend time

I just notice you all, I observe

See the commonality

You expose the parts you don’t normally show

Those which sought to be shown

 

A whole lot of lies, it is

Paths to take

 

Pathetic

Apathetic

Empathic

Psychopathic

 

 

Where I fit be damned; choices are limitless, roads few, and ends plenty.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Nyu]

I read it over and over there's so much to take in and see. I know I can't see it all but..i feel a chain of human spirit being captured and exposed its beautiful to read something worded in such a intense way. The song and picture went greatly i enjoy it, its amazing!

[Michelle N. H.]

Your words are stunning in a way their own, illustrating an admiration towards someone seeming lovely. A favorite!