ripped down tearing up

rollings

do you see this rip down torn out
where there was
what started out as
what never would be

half way going stop
half way going up stop
reverse backing
suspended
crashing
the eyes you still use to tear
the throat tears it's yours
halved

you break something
something immediately is broken
you break something

there's another rat source
enough so that this will continue
with the right enough of disguise

I wrote it myself
with a dialogue interpreter
so that I would understand
what it is anyway
that I swim in
some people dry themselves of it

wanting tomorrow to be yesterday
and keep going
and just a few yesterdays
tomorrow

this time you did bring up
the ripple in the water
your hands take mind
to be never complete

I see no ending
merging in
wrecking
please don't be so
please just not so
ouch please don't
please
that's my

middle

running
collapsed
how can I

the beginning was away so far
it was so fucking big but it was so far away

and all mine--and I do mean all of mine--
walked full on sure into never
it was so inviting
it was a voice behind the wall that I followed
and I followed blindly as if led
as if leading myself
as if finally coming home fantastic
full comfort
as if it were everybody--and I mean everybody--
as if it were my own words
as if I found myself for looking
happiness dripped
this I know
there will not compare
everybody--and I mean everybody--

there's no cure
for disaster

do you see what I mean by half way
half the day
I will always know

I know it shouldn't have appeared that quick
but that's how quick it was
that's how quick it goes

I would have found room for it
there was open space
just no clue
but grace

these are just days afterall
there are so many of them
and what if we don't know what we're doing

what if it really could be
because all that I know is me
it's just you that I don't understand

knowing what needs done
you go to give it
but there's nowhere to put it
now
you fall lean and turn
trying to land on
your knees
your hands are full like a tray
it's so hard to
get up
and hold the tray with
elbows knees
chin

and the zig zag cut mightily
it cut razor jaggedly and burning
and heaving the stinging
so red and black
charred
and uneven

you did say that you might be
you did say everything

please just a drop
If I could just drop
If I were just not here
If things were just to continue

how this happened
not understanding what part of never

I could never do just half way
or half way cut off, stop right there and you too
hold on no sometimes
sometimes sometimes

full on is how
and if i can't, well just at me
dropping everything
not full on, it just scatters
broken glass and shattered
blowing
a disaster

I can't handle the riding in between
there's no stop
no end
no peace in a wind tunnel
just bits and some littles
most lost in between
the panic

nothing is right
when the right is right in front of you
and you can't do anything with it
but just cry at it all day long

mysticweed

fucking epic

rollings

mysticweed wrote:

fucking epic

really?

I don't understand any of it.

sorry, rollings.

oh, uh.. that's me

(hi chickie)

mysticweed

rollings wrote:

mysticweed wrote:

fucking epic

really?

I don't understand any of it.

sorry, rollings.

oh, uh.. that's me

(hi chickie)

i was a little lost at first
but then you tend to lose me often
a lot of room for interpretation
but the last two thirds or so is just mind blowing

rollings

mysticweed wrote:

i was a little lost at first
a lot of room for interpretation
but the last two thirds or so is just mind blowing

thank you
and i was just kidding ...a little
i just reread it and I like it now too