Noise
Not The One
Noise
I elude the sounds of despair around me
and dilute the sights that trouble
my derranged heart.
For my troubled soul must
hide beneath this shell,
and my 'self ' must stay under a
covering, concealed forever.
Like bubbles in champagne, only
little gasps of air can escape to the surface
and only specks of true flavor can
be found in a fermented grape.
placed on your tongue ever so gently
I lock my door so that ghosts cannot into
my reality and close my closet so
that my skeletons cannot escape.
Traffic, music, and life in general seem to be noise
enough to block out the reality and
keep my world a fantasy.
A dream hidden and disguised as poetry,
art, and song. It is all but a sound,
noise, to protect me from what I do not want to hear.
An opening paragraph to the story
that's mine, beyond the reaches of my mind,
But my soul within me tries to surface
through the lines on the page,
A world so real to me that reality is but
a dream . I try to realize why this lack of affection
has brought me to where I must be.
Holding on, that's what I do, since I met you and
It won't be long would you notice if I
Left you?
Decisions are left like obstacles in my path,
blocking me from you and you from me.
I see you standing there. Were you sickened in time ?
Distinct pictures were put in my head. We
belong, we belong together.
Relative to my feelings, I'm wishing you were here and
mutual feelings are not being had for the
wanting.
And plans that waltzed through my head time and
time again are now flung back in my face
with a violent push.
And tears that were not desired were shed over the
corpse of our friendship.
And if I died tonight would you hold my hand? Or would
you understand?
And it's fine for some because you're not the one, you're
not the one, here.
