This is my poem to The Moon
The only friend I had when I shot failure up through my veins
You think my blood runs blue
But it runs pain
Runs from being sane
Runs on me being insane
And I refrain from demonstrating my resent
But I FUCKING HATE the present
Somehow she never gets things right
Always lets someone get left behind
And she pushes away everything to come
I just want to go
To The Moon
I think you're beautiful
Want to look like you
So I carve your light into my epidermis
Let knives kiss my dermis
How have I endured this distance?
How are you so far
But still right here on my mind?
You're supposed to expose time
But I see you all day and close my eyes at night
Open this straight jacket called my skin to let You in
I want to shine like you
But I fail
Barely glowing
Just going through the motions
So the scars won't be so potent
I'm even a failure at being a failure
That's why I can't own up to it
The Moon
I just wanna float up to it
Gravity and me
See
We never really got along
She used to trip me as I ran along trying to catch a clue
I already know I'm running from me
But what direction do I turn if I want to run into you
I used to think it was up
But I'm stuck in the bottom of this cup of Cali Sun
And I'm tired of following pre-laid paths
So I cut my own
Hacked at the only thing I had ever owned
Sacrificing skin cells for sanity
I'm right handed any way
And what a story to tell:
"I left my left hand behind last time I prayed. Told God I didn't know how to give thanks. Apologized for only knowing how to think everything I wanted to say. So now only 1 hand remains. Oh and the remains? Hopefully they remain in their place because it was always their place to hold my pain but a couple of drops must have escaped because as I say this I feel my right hand shake. The sign of a fiend with a desire to replace past tense with the present. Did I mention, I FUCKING HATE the present."
Write poems on my left...
Arm not available
I guess that's what Dez meant when he said "drawing dreams on your legs/it makes sense"
And I hope I reach the end before my GPS realizes I don't know where I'm going
And if you ever wonder why I look up while the foundation is being pulled from below me
It's cuz I know I'll be fine
As long as The Moon is showing
The only friend I had when I shot failure up through my veins
You think my blood runs blue
But it runs pain
Runs from being sane
Runs on me being insane
And I refrain from demonstrating my resent
But I FUCKING HATE the present
Somehow she never gets things right
Always lets someone get left behind
And she pushes away everything to come
I just want to go
To The Moon
I think you're beautiful
Want to look like you
So I carve your light into my epidermis
Let knives kiss my dermis
How have I endured this distance?
How are you so far
But still right here on my mind?
You're supposed to expose time
But I see you all day and close my eyes at night
Open this straight jacket called my skin to let You in
I want to shine like you
But I fail
Barely glowing
Just going through the motions
So the scars won't be so potent
I'm even a failure at being a failure
That's why I can't own up to it
The Moon
I just wanna float up to it
Gravity and me
See
We never really got along
She used to trip me as I ran along trying to catch a clue
I already know I'm running from me
But what direction do I turn if I want to run into you
I used to think it was up
But I'm stuck in the bottom of this cup of Cali Sun
And I'm tired of following pre-laid paths
So I cut my own
Hacked at the only thing I had ever owned
Sacrificing skin cells for sanity
I'm right handed any way
And what a story to tell:
"I left my left hand behind last time I prayed. Told God I didn't know how to give thanks. Apologized for only knowing how to think everything I wanted to say. So now only 1 hand remains. Oh and the remains? Hopefully they remain in their place because it was always their place to hold my pain but a couple of drops must have escaped because as I say this I feel my right hand shake. The sign of a fiend with a desire to replace past tense with the present. Did I mention, I FUCKING HATE the present."
Write poems on my left...
Arm not available
I guess that's what Dez meant when he said "drawing dreams on your legs/it makes sense"
And I hope I reach the end before my GPS realizes I don't know where I'm going
And if you ever wonder why I look up while the foundation is being pulled from below me
It's cuz I know I'll be fine
As long as The Moon is showing
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