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Objects

I must admit, this little bit
I see only objects, Fixing it, a project
I look objects in the eye, I don’t feel a thing when objects cry
I’m frozen when they’re exposed, and
don’t know why
An ample example,

Well,
I knew a tall object with red hair
We met in hell, I sold him sin, I stole from him, then I left him there

I loved an object, still in denial I’ve lost it, gave me a goat head necklace, while I acted pig head reckless
It fell off one day in a freezer
Picked it up, and I crossed an ocean to see her
Then I just did drugs, didn’t speak of love, but of how god shrugs, and simply floated away, with the slightest shove
Words I wanted to say, never made it from heart to brain, Eroded road, since the start of sensing rain

I kept wearing my necklace, kept acting reckless, met another object, and it fell off while I pleased her
At least I think it did, can’t feel other objects since a kid
Struggles I thought I hid,
Muffles when I want to bid,
You can’t buy people, only objects
see the peephole, into my thoughts yet

I was raised by objects, they argued and I heard lots said
I tried to help at first, then learned the art of internal outburst, hot head
Eternal war, no friends, only enemies I’ve not fought yet

I’m either too proud or a rain cloud, and I only see objects
can admit it, so maybe not totally lost yet
Cannot force it only fix it,
put all my love in a pipe and lit it
love on paper, bit it
love as powders, made the voices louder
love as a yellow pill, blue still
love as a blue pill, found myself in Hooverville
found love as an orange dot, forgot a lot
found love as purple syrup, dragged along, shoe in the stirrup
Found love as a gas, laughing as love passed

fell in love with all the danger, in the mirror, stranger
Found purpose, the only drug i miss, her kiss

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4 Comments

  1. I feel you know me because I feel the same way you felt when writing this poem

    • A powerful blessing, not to suffer alone. we are of a soul tribe, dear sister.

  2. This dissociation could be the result of trauma? Thank you for sharing this revealing post.

    • thanks for reading, all wounds may be healed within the light of the divine, if only we may let them be tended to.

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