Man On the Moon

The walls breathe,
Silence is screaming.
They walk away,
And don’t look back.
I’m swinging high enough;
If I let go now, I’ll fly.
Fear of the reflection,
In the broken mirror.
A photograph of you;
A memory that doesn’t fade.
Does the man on the moon
Wonder about the girl in the room?
Falling in love
Instead of running to it.

DeFy

Steep enough to tumble away from,
Though we Remain stuck in our ways.
Confusion takes place, torn by crisis.
We Gather as one, but only because of tragedy.
Fight! for life,
get the point across,
we find comfort, but only when others are discomforted
In all situations, even the worst kind.
We search for immortality, or transformation.
I hope to become one of Mother Nature’s creations
And be the rain that washes away the blood,
for the grounds of the world are stained.
I would see the world as a bigger place,
I could let myself pour onto deserving faces.
My emotions will blend in with the scene
We don’t care about most honorable armor
We take those uniforms for granted
Who are we? Who am I?

I live my life on a treadmill.
I run, but get nowhere.
We have a fear of falling,
But how will we ever know If
we are falling of flying?
My life is a three ring circus
Im a freak show
Im a silly clown
And sometimes I’m a fearless trapeze girl
The word love is said as often as water,
Pours from our spouts.
How will we ever know if it is real?
Or if it is just water slipping past us.
Who am i? And what matters?