when floors become home. stuck. in the mind.
black veil,
slow as snails,
squint your eyes,
no more highs.
miss suzie had a tugboat,
her tugboat had a bell.
miss suzie took a wrong turn
and now she's stuck in hell.
nothing is connecting.
nothing.
i can't connect with you.
i can't connect with her.
i can't connect with them.
i can't connect with me.
i can't.
if this whirlpool ever stops,
i hope i land on my feet.
said a word,
can't remember.
last five seconds,
never existed.
my brain is cutting things out.
im doing things.
saying things.
and i don't remember them.
my words are still hovering in the air,
and i can't even remember them.
im standing in doorways,
and i don't remember how i got there.
burnt hill,
designed to kill,
got lost
in a dream.
im getting lost in my head again.
im getting stuck in here.
last time this happened...
i was in middle school.
my imagination can't control itself.
id rather be there then here.
there i know things,
i remember things.
here...im a mess.
im a mess.
im a mess.
i found myself face down,
on the floor.
it was quiet there.
i was alone there.
it felt normal to be laying face down,
in the middle of class.
i didn't want to get up.
it was warm there.
it was friendly there.
i was the floor.
i was the floor.
i wish i was a fish.
no.
wars,
cars,
stars,
mars.
something is not connecting.
my brain is doing what it did 16 years ago.
its making me forget.
its making me forget
things i shouldn't be forgetting.
silly things.
things that aren't worth forgetting.
silly.
billy.
it's stronger than me.
say goodbye.
im going back.
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