De Dreamland (a Soft War)
de Dreamland (a soft war)
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
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journey out
Into a new place
play it nice, learn psychology
Feel like what you used to be
someone restless and exotic
try unique styles
try to untie my life
Jog around the circle of a fountain
pretend like you aren’t watching
who am I absolving
where should I go from here
I saw me from behind
watching you on, but from afar
I wouldn't have known, If I should choose to go
Someone make my mind up for me,
Somehow.
-s's.
Air Row
Arrow for precision
strike once into a fool so blue
wind chimes break all the silence left in you
you're dangling now, barely even breathing now,
no life left to fight for, but you notice the clouds
start to shine, and angels single you out
air rushing inside you, wind, cold and white
Is it a dream, or might I finally know now?
now I just might.
your secret I become
-s's.
I studied you in busy parks
I studied all your seasons
I loved you even in the dark,
I loved you for no reason
I give you something you can't hold
I give you my dear mind
and even if you never know, I'll love you for all time.
calm me down, drown me in a distant ocean that never gets discovered Deep dark blankets, blue and far and wise and sad Troubled by the mystery of people on land
-s’s.
things don't have to make sense,
these layers of batter and words
bake warmly in my oven-like mind:
the place that nobody else can pry open.
my innocent deviation configured beneath lonely lampposts
and desert gold mines
things don't have to make sense to be blessed with them,
obsessed with them
I just try to take my mind off of
anything as far as my eyes can see
and submerse in literal fiction, transverse these monotone layers I wished upon and failed in. Live in this dreamscape. Live through the soft ache
-s's.
Lifeline
I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
as I’ve seen you last
driving into the milky way
with high hopes of calmer place
As I’ve seen you last
staring down the world into oblivion
city inside a city
eyes within eyes
dream of a dream
-s’s.
all that we think is an engine
a part of a time machine
Did this time it belong to me?
serene, unique,
I only hope
the way that I hope
For my defeat
-s’s.
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