My eyes arent actually seeingMy brain isnt actually thinkingIts not enacting any movement knowinglyBut my fingers are hard at workPeeling at my mouthPulling away translucent white and pink piecesAs my lips bleedIgnoring my feelingsHiding my issues with the feelingFeeling my heartbeat in my exposed wound of my top lipFeeling the sting of the contactWhile my brain is floating in spaceThat's why I'm a lip pickerMaybe itll help
I once knew a girl.She was in love with the moon.She'd wait at her window,Hoping to see her soon.She might've been too far,But she still had hope.The crying didn't mean much,Just a way to cope.
The space of the world is immense, before me and around me;If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space surround me;Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, space frightens and confounds me.I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonderWhat effect I can have. My hands wave underThe heavens like specks of dust that are floating asunder.I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowingMe like a gadfly into the dusk, without my knowingWhither or why or even how I am going.So much there is outside me, so infinitelySmall am I, what matter if minutelyI beat my way, to be lost immediately?
Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness....Lidless windowsGlazed with a flashy lusterFrom some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.And down among iron gutsPiled silverThrowing gray spatter of light... pale without heat...Like the pallor of dead bodies.
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride --Then -- Midnight, I have passed from theeUnto the East, and Victory --Midnight -- Good Night! I hear them call,The Angels bustle in the Hall --Softly my Future climbs the Stair,I fumble at my Childhood's prayerSo soon to be a Child no more --Eternity, I'm coming -- Sire,Savior -- I've seen the face -- before!