egon and edith

dream 2/17-2/18

remember the dream
the shaman
the bones 
the box of time
the teacher with flowers
and
the blood

my body will be home to butterflies

i’ll walk through sheets of rain.
i’ll walk with the sand slipping through
wet fingers- 
sieving time


by the time i reach you i’ll be far more than just empty handed
or just damp- or
just trembling

i’ll be without thoughts 
without laughter

i will speak no words
i will hear nothing 
when yours pour out 

when you look at me there
then you will see-
clear as a bell 
beautiful reflections
of thoughts
of laughter
of words
of love
all smiling and brimming with life 
in a face as bold and bright as your own
yes- then you will see.

it is true (this and them)

what they say about this.
i should listen to them,
but for now ill just shut them out,
and keep digging deeper
to muffle their noise.
(just keep telling yourself,
that this is what you want.) 

someday, im going to regret this.

while laying in your bed

now,
im the one whos stuck 

innocent mouse
dont see  
no bad snake
beneath black
wet
leaves
camouflaged 
hidden 
just like feelings
that are bottled up


Youre standing on a rough shore
as the current blows  
through your mirror mind
Don’t you throw it to sea
for some broken lonely sailor girl
to find

dont you give her none of that..
she dont deserve it. 

this was only a dream

and we were on the beach and i was afraid to dive into the stormy swirling water. i stayed out while everyone else dove in, watching over them. i closed my eyes and felt myself sink through the wet sand surrounding me, holding me up. i was terrified. i awoke, screaming, to find nothing but empty clothing scattered in places they were not before. no friends, no feelings, only the crash of brass thunder in the indigo sky. i gathered the clothes, and ran. i ran hard my feet sunk further into the earth with each tired step i took i weighed a thousand pounds my paranoia was chasing me, all around me, ghosts, unwanted love. i found the house. i wiped the dirt from my face and legs, then opened the door. i dropped the clothing. i felt a cold, cold, sweat drip from every pore in my shaken body. i heard nothing but my heartbeat, drumming in sync to the screaming sirens. one two, one two. i saw nothing but a bed, and a flash of orange and yellow men carrying, and coming back, then carrying again. what was going on here? then i heard it. the cry of the woman whose lover was dying, leaving. her swollen head was too heavy for her fragile frame. she wrapped her arms around the air, as she cried out for him. “why do you take him from me, i summit, i summit.” as the old man leaned backwards into the arms of the medics he spoke the truest and clearest of words i have ever heard. “be fair to yourself, for you soon will follow, and have no fear for i will wait for you wherever i go. the distant lands have not kept me from you now, nor will they ever. until then, soar, fly. my pure empress, we will be together again.” and he fell back, like a dandelion carried off in the wind. never to speak, feel, or touch again. his lover weeps. she grabs her chest but her fingers wont bend. “he is gone.” i thought.

“that woman is me.”

i ran

we were better off young

i hope i dream about you again tonight. the place where there is comfort in the wave of white..
and im on the crest.
please don’t let me fall baby
you’re not below me anymore