Skin

I'm trying to escape this skin.
Go to the department store and purchase a new one.
(not too expensive please, I'm a poor college student that doesn't know what to do.)
I plaster make-up and fry my hair
to stick to the image I perceive that others perceive as beautiful
and it all gets so exhausting.
I'm ready to shed who I am and start again
(this isn't the first time I've molted).
I've tried and tried again to view myself as the person I want to be
but I just haven't found the right size yet.
I look around and see other's who tried on one and are good to go
(but sometimes I wonder if they just snuck out and found a new one when no one was looking).
So I'm going to go try on some new cuts
and maybe I'll find the one the suits me best.
And if I don't I'll just buy one I like for now
and go through this all over again in a year or so.

An Eloquent Dream

I count the minutes as they fall
Watching unfamiliar faces pass me by.
But the faces turn into those I know
Or once knew in an eloquent dream.

They become my friends, or friends of friends
And we laugh about our foolish thoughts.
The days and years dissolve into the air
But we do not give the calender a second glance.

We grow old and speak of the stars we've seen,
Of the clouds we've watched and the hills we've climbed.
Our eyes have seen much.
Our hands have touched many.

"It's a peculiar predicament that we're in"
A friend of a friend says to me.
I chortle and ask "but why, dear friend?"
"Because this is all an eloquent dream."

Colors

I dream in vibrant colors.
They mix together creating undiscovered hues.
Caught in my eyes they reflect to the sky,
Kissing the sun and moon.

Shadows sneak in and out,
But the colors always return.
The black night may try to swallow them,
But they never give up their will to live.

Neglect

Smoke and sin fill your lungs.
Intoxicated hands touch.
Blind eyes overtakes the mind.
Memories fade to black.
Say goodbye to a former life.
You've neglected yourself dear child.

Lips

Bleeding lips hold a secret
Crimson droplets wanting to scream
But stained ivory muffles their pleas
Assuring everything is fine

Kiss me.

A kiss that changes your perception.
It caresses more than your lips,
More than your neck.
Your mind goes blank
And you close your eyes.
Holding onto the kiss
You know will end.
For in the moment
You feel ecstasy.
It’s not about your lives,
Your problems,
Your history.
It’s about euphoric bliss.

Suburbia.

Electric wires connect the minds from home to home.
Secrets retreat into the shadows,
Standing among the nooks and hiding places.
They watch from a corner,
waiting to be discovered.

The whispers fade into false laughter.
A smile is not real here.

Writings.

So I don't write very often, but I'm going to start writing more.
This is going to be my outlet and where I'll post most of it.
I'm doing this for myself, but if you enjoy it please let me know.
If you have advice for me, please let me know.
I want to grow in my writing and you can't do that by not getting any feedback.