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Black ice
light your fires
for beauty and for shame
lately ive been awake
one day to the next day
back on the brown
'cause I'm feeling down
not in the right place inside my head
I clench my teeth
at the tiny reminders of dread
I speak to myself out loud
and the words break away
in an intoxicate state I feel no blame
then I marvel at all the beauty
and see all the colours the eyes can see
transcend to that place where you feel safe
on the snow you disappear and leave no trace
cant quite remember
what your supposed to be
you cant be to certain these days
I've kind of been hurting
your black ice is slippy
puddles and rain, damp fog and misty
now I will feel content
made a penny and skipped the rent
cherish these moments and try to feel brave
just remember you cant carry these feelings into the next day
when your trying to forgive yourself and the lies reflect in your age
crawling up the midnight hour and are a total waste
forgot my mother and remembered my mates
together now and all in not lost
arm in arm together leaving prints in the morning frost
try not to look too discouraged
their trouble is not my trouble so I'm not there trouble
when they wink their battle cry
and money cast the shadows of a big fucking lie
its for these moments when we feel brave
enough to manage all your waste
whatever it may be
is all up in your fucking face
and wont go away, night then day
leaving traces living in a blank space
for beauty and for shame
lately ive been awake
one day to the next day
back on the brown
'cause I'm feeling down
not in the right place inside my head
I clench my teeth
at the tiny reminders of dread
I speak to myself out loud
and the words break away
in an intoxicate state I feel no blame
then I marvel at all the beauty
and see all the colours the eyes can see
transcend to that place where you feel safe
on the snow you disappear and leave no trace
cant quite remember
what your supposed to be
you cant be to certain these days
I've kind of been hurting
your black ice is slippy
puddles and rain, damp fog and misty
now I will feel content
made a penny and skipped the rent
cherish these moments and try to feel brave
just remember you cant carry these feelings into the next day
when your trying to forgive yourself and the lies reflect in your age
crawling up the midnight hour and are a total waste
forgot my mother and remembered my mates
together now and all in not lost
arm in arm together leaving prints in the morning frost
try not to look too discouraged
their trouble is not my trouble so I'm not there trouble
when they wink their battle cry
and money cast the shadows of a big fucking lie
its for these moments when we feel brave
enough to manage all your waste
whatever it may be
is all up in your fucking face
and wont go away, night then day
leaving traces living in a blank space
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