Slam 2

Flash of inspiration,
Stash of sensations,
Things I felt now and then,
And in the end it wont be pretend,
Losing all of my help I think I’m starting to melt; it’s hell.

What was once cold, cool, calm and collected,
Is now just wet, spilled out and subjected,
To dreams all connected,
I froze stiff and tall,
My rays all reflected,
melted down to a haze,
It only took a few days.
New fuel for a blaze.

I have spoken with the moon,
I ask “please sing me for me soon”,
you’re making me loom
I gravitate to this perfect doom.
I feel myself slipping from the inside,
The further away I drift from my minds eye,
The closer I get to the fatal line
I just wanna die; I just wanna fly.

Show Tune Shadows

In the dimly lit room let the show tunes play,
Silhouettes embrace and the shadows they sway,

there is comfort in here from my arms please don't stray,
Ivory keys,
Weak at the knees,
All i ever wanted was to extend each day.

Tell me your story without saying a word, 

Its always been you, 

Though my vision is blurred,

Just hold me close so our thoughts can be heard,

And silently dance to the rain.

Serenaded by darkness,

These feelings have stirred,
You’ll never tire,
There’s still this fire,
When it comes to love I’m uncured. 

Grounded emotions are taking flight,
Inside this room I sealed up tight,
On the edge of some great height,

Held you close with all my might,
Just to keep you in,
Sometimes we’ll spin,
The butterfly’s bite and escape from Within.
Though your kisses are bright,
This love isn’t light, 

Darkness is better you know that I’m right.
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So I have the corny scenario that plays over in my dreams and daydreams. It used to happen a lot in English back in year 11 and especially in that summer and they haven’t stopped since (its 2020, this was published in 2015 and they haven't stopped).

It’s 1:am because my clock says so and the room is dimly lit by 6 or 7 small candles, I can never quite count them all.; There is a draft, but not enough to put out the candles. All the furniture in my room is gone and “it’s a sin to tell a lie” is playing and the echoes are bouncing everywhere; the whole room smells like strawberry licorice. 

It’s all hazy but almost engulfing in that sense, I’m usually overcome by warmth because someone else is in the room. I have no idea who the person in my dreams is. It might not even be a woman, but we just dance to the show tunes until the sun comes up. Wrapped in each others arms the silhouette and I spin our way around the room always coming back together. The stuff gives me the feels just thinking about it. Anyway some day this’ll happen to me, I’m trying to make it happen because It’s clearly a vision of some sort. Show tunes are the most elegant thing ever and to be honest I think I’m gunna take the girl of my dreams to a show tunes ball. I’m in a really good mood at the moment, who knows how long that will last… Everyone should listen to “it’s a sin To tell a lie” by the ink spots. 

Cheesy peace out,

J.

A tale between your legs

A first time ruined and in turn you ruin, 
A train wreck held as a grudge and served in turn,
A whisper that snowballs into a social avalanche,
A ghost who haunts obviously, yet persistently, 
A sickness easy to hide but hard to live with ,
A painless knife sterile and numb, 
A savage beast with grace unmatched, 
You have a right to the tale between your legs.