People are never allowed into my realms except when I allow it through a poem they once saw.
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Dancing downstairs in cellars and basements,
Stalking slowly away from the crowds, justto be able to talk to one another.Folding conversations into minds, wanting toexperience love in this moment of dusk.
Empty pages fill my thoughts with words, hopefully translating hope and joy to someone’s heart.
Not wanting to hold onto the hurt and pain, letting go, so life can be continued without baggage being dragged behind.Dropping it all and going on unencumbered at last.
Crocodile tears falling, absolutely devastated within, crying shamelessly without end.
Building sorrow, crushing me from inside, exploding my mind, taking my personality and hiding it away forevermore.Taking no chances, defying everyone, going inside with my thoughts, visions, writing, feelings.No one may enter my abyssmal life again, there is no longer any way in.Privacy is all I crave, to be happy alone in a jungle of…
Living in solitude, keeping to myself,
Traipsing into imagination and viewingthem on inner screens, watching wherethey will lead me.Scattered in forests of bereavement,I follow emotions into areas neverexplored as yet.Searching inner caverns, finding nopeaceful solutions anywhere.Resigning interiorly to depths of being,not looking for any caring, only becauseI know there’ll never be any for me untilI get to heaven.
Playing in living rooms of my mind, having fun while
Satisfying interior modes of recreation while neverleaving myself.A wonderfully peaceful experience that I repeat often,because it calms my soul as I write about it.