Spike the cold caffeine,
overdose with really bad angels
on dried up nicotine,
slowly freezing moments
for later recreation.
Slide me another minute,
Time addictions hurt the most.
So does being in it,
when it turns to dust
and takes you with it.
Think thoughts bigger
than you could ever
want to think to be.
Feel the water
flow in through the
love and honesty.
Kill the morning
of the meaning,
must evolve
instead of dying.
Speak so I can hear you,
think out loud to me.
Must be thinking something,
never honest nothing,
we’re all blessed with emotions.
Hope for healing sleep to come,
rehabilitate these angel’s minds,
to see we all are fallen ones
letting it all in.
-Feeling is living and living is dying-
HG – 1995-2000
Beautifully structured into words! I’ve written a few poetic attempts myself. I hope you read them and give me advice. I hope to be better in writing 🙂
Thank you for your comment! I don’t know if I am qualified to give advice, but if I can I will.