Forever Numb

When old friends reside in photographs
Folded laughs are all we have left to hold on to, grasp
New photos arise jealously goes without saying
I can see it in they eyes
Hear it in my smile yeah you can see it when I speak
I am in denial that we have parted ways
I am missing a part of me
You put blood into my arteries
Now I bleed but no love's lost
Your forever in my heart
Just another missing part
But if your ever come back around
That is a start, but I'm gone

Got a new social circle
I'm a standout so I'm outside
Looking inside, accepted but thin "Hi"s
Aren't the same, this desert bares rain

Reincarnation

I awake every morning, a stranger. Rummage through my wardrobe, looking for another disguise.
A costume that fits whomever I'm attempting to portray today. Yesterday is vaguely remembered since it was lived on another person's lifetime. But their lifetime blends into my timeline. Emotions are something that move through my mind but I rarely experience. For everyone is unfamiliar yet I vaguely get the feeling I have known them for some time. I am often surprised at my actions and reactions.  And puzzled by my lack of action. Curious as a child, exploring the degrees of consequence. My conscience is a gray area yet my cautiousness deters any wrong doing. I speak in foreign tongues, read human beings minds, and fail to enjoy their vices. The price of standing outside the circle of squares...

Tales from the Heart

Tales from the Heart (An animated exquisite corpse, perfect for Valentines Day.) from Droolart on Vimeo.

The Thrill is Gone

Pictures lie, memories stay, and the thrill of the past will never go away.

Penny

It always comes back to her...I met her in a past life. Maybe we will meet again in my next life.

Two Boars

I find myself in a rotting wooden shack in the middle of a forest.
Surrounded by a wild boar with rabbit like nose.
Which is moving like a rinocerous, charging the dilapidated shack.
                                I stand in the center.
The boar is waiting at the large opening to my left where a door should be. To the right there she is.
And behind her is another opening identical to the one on the left.
I pause, surprised to see her here in the mist of this situation.
Light reflecting through the holes in the weathered roof appear to create a halo around her head.
Funny, there she is with this spotlight of natural light on her.
She shyly smiles, keeping her lips pursed.
I move in a dazed like state, taking one step in her direction.
Then I slightly frown.
And stare at the boar standing right behind her, now on the right side of the shack.
I quickly turn around, rushing to the opening in the left side of the shack.
A second boar is there blocking the opening.
I look back to her.
She is no longer there.
So here I stand between two boars.

Acceptance

She is trying so hard to fit in
While I am trying to standout