Sitting in elevators
Counting the digital counter and spots on the ceiling
Tile by tile, beep by beep
How much higher can I ever be?
Like a fish on the hook
Being pulled to heaven, baited by sate
But you know, I kind of like it
Smiling through betrayal like a little shit
I've got nowhere else to go
So it might as well be up to the sky
Call it a metaphor for Christ like figures
But don't, or dare pull their triggers
...
Melting like a broken candle
My flame will burn even when I'm bust
Guess it, you never do
Never do guess what's got me blue
My mouth is stuffed with cotton candy
Never speak yet who's complaining?
Shovel in another mouthful again
Remind you, it's what makes me bend
...
Now I can see
What story you call a prophecy
What the higher worms call a pipe dream
But I know
Oh I know
How I fucking know
Which way we really flow down the stream
...
You'd wish it was sweeter
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: March 24th, 2017 22:55
- Comment from author about the poem: About Faith. Kind of a stream of conscious, but there's some meaning in there
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Comments1
pipe dreams well that's a quote if ever I heard one lol, and little shits to boot, have plenty of them, I have written some stuff that might make you think, I do love a good think. your writing lets me think thankyou
p.s. I have written one of bitterness, how it leaves such a nasty taste, that's why dickheads always walk around squinting, coz of the bitter they hold on to, and that would be my bitter I spit out, coz I prefer a sweet taste even if its a lie, because vision is my strong point I don't mind swallowing it down with my pride, when the need arises, those lies unfold
Thank you for your comments 🙂 and I'l be sure to check out some of your poems
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