itchy palms

comforting darknessfor reality casting shadows too green have thrown mixed signals within my eyelids searching for the red light when craving a slow it down type of yellowish dot, hazed.. brought forth through too many jegar bombs and complex ugly faces

relax your nerves relax your nerves i relax

a drip drop melodic beat pulsating whispering ignorance into my drums sweating, willingly. i am lost in the run around forgetting to ask for help to write that question mark inspired letter do you love me? or do i love myself? dead end blocking the truth. i think i fell out of love before falling in love with a reason obstacles formed reality bitten lips, gnawing at sanity stained cheeks with recycled emotion my eyes are throwing up insecurities a bulemic spree gone array never knowing what to say or how to say it for that matter so i wait & i act as if my heart chooses to ignore play the star casted role of insignificance as i casually repeat that song reminding me of a memory yet to remember.

relax your nerves relax your nerves i relax.

i’d like to recite this poem out loud eyes wide shut, wrinkles of passion yelling outward my passion driven heart skipping a beat hangover kicking in with sober thoughts attempting a breakthrough i have a massive headache filled with too much jibber jabber confusion underlying truth yet to spew your ears are my toilet i only cling to when too many jegar bombs have me squirming for a chaser to slowly forget reality blurring my vision & soaking in my common sense i forget all of which i have worked so damn hard to hide. pretend. conceal. any other adjectives to describe my cowardess acts? you had my heart in the palm of your hand comforting darkness for reality casting shadows too green have thrown mixed signals within my eyelids searching for the red light when craving a slow it down type of yellowish dot, hazed.. brought forth through too many jegar bombs and complex ugly faces

relax your nerves relax your nerves i relax

breathe in discreet… continue forward, completely naive yet praying you’ll act accordingly. until i either of us move forward or combust.

dedicated to : a superstitious motive written : 06  june, 2009 inspiration : a secret i'd like to tell but won't.. so i write

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