watching
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We are children in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
The floating dreams above us wait.
We watch.
The floating dreams are always just out of reach,
I'm going insane.Ifeel I can't breathe.Because no matter where I go, snow, hail, or rainI feel like someone's watching me just down the lane. Blood always pounds in my ears.I can always picture my darkest fears.
I'm WATCHING YOU Like You WATCH ME … !!!
It's Really NOT COOL To Watch Me Like A THIEF ... !!!?!!!
Now This Story Happened To Me …
On that one side of paradise
In the Tropic of Cancer
Along past warehouses and water towers
Their backs turned squarely
To the train that bumps and glides on the tracks
My head leaning against the window
Doused my face in biting water,
still came up thinking about you.
Why are my hand shaking?
Unsure what to do.
I thought I saw you staring,
but my naive mind must be wicked too.
Here comes a feat of boots dressed in gold
Clad in a uniform just as bold
Keys wrapped in paper cloth
Hands wrapped in gauze
Bloodshot eyes tinker chilled
Yet he stays willed
It has been a whole year
And I have not seen you behind anything but the bottle
We used to hit the town and live life with our feet on the throttle
Friends in the village of spiraling ends
test me
i dare you:
because one day i will have had enough
and you will realize that though i may be a freak
i am a freak to be reckoned with
so remember that when you go to push me down
An inkblot
My mind seethes and grows
falling ever so
ever
so
At night the watchman knows
he knows of the travels
What does it take to break a man?
A pool of questions
Your eyes used to be so bright
They looked straight forward
Unnerving but more alive than all those around you,
They used to look so colorful and awake
What changed you?
Was it the people?
With my backpack slugged over my shoulder and my face set to a grimace, I walk through the hallway dodging bodies left and right. I yell in my head things I shouldnt say and I keep my eyes to the ground to not draw any attention to myself.
The day has come now,
We are human machines:
Fuctioning, blind, and rusting.
Watch us as our mechanical hands screeching
Watch us as our day comes to an end
Watch us as our eyes and mouths rust shut
Tomato cheeks,
Sparking hair,
disarrayed cloth,
empty chair,
young cold,
filing lines,
full chair,
similar voice,
no face,
one blue sky,
pairs of shoes,
i see eyes, looking down from above
watching me; holding me into existence
leaving me hungry; without hunger
leaving me in love; with no one to love
leaving me everything
leaving me nothing
In the realm of gods and men
Man shall prosper, god will end
Broken mind, strong will is bent
Soul is freed, body now spent
So stand and pretend
And embrace as if friends.
