Alone in an Emotional Crowd

a little collab with my friend Wild Willow Blue. hats off to her, shes a damn good poet. check her out!

We make flights, we fight. In the sight of an unknown eye.
To murder is to love. Within sanity and the mind of a child. 

With profanity we assume, holding ones will at knife point. 
Fingers tingle; Hope's loss. Fighting to stay alive again.

A dead beat with a heart beat. This situation's desperate.

Rising and shifting intensity; warmth. The blow like no other, comes.

Beckoning, bludgeoning, the psyche's no longer mighty.
A failure so tough reigns over all. Everything has been warped.

Reality itself has submitted, tapped out and evaporated.
In a floor of pain and fevers, a love still grows high.

A rose that rose from the concrete. Beauty in adversity.

Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

I couldn't grasp the meaning of the first line. We make flights? We all fly sometimes? The rest is phenomenal.

A failure so tough reigns over all. Everything has been warped.
Reality itself has submitted, tapped out and evaporated.

Those lines make the poem for me.

[Kianna L. Bearden]

I think it means we flee and we fight... flight can mean run away too.

[Laura Maidah]

FLying is happy though. LIke soaring in peace? I didn't get that. Maybe set up location? Or destination?

[Harley (arbiter)]

Nice. Great job both of you. Oddly Reminds me of halo. (To long to explain here why) Hey man we should write a poem about Bing (inside joke Lol)

[Wild Willow Blue]

Aww, thanks Dat! I had a lot of fun writing this with you!