the dreams don’t mean a thing
when no one’s breathing in color


I could hear the same recording
over and over,
yet still never recognize the voice


these days I wear turtlenecks
to keep people away from my veins


my weakest point has become my guard
against people like you


go tell them to watch from the bleachers
as I bring your feet through the ground


worms eating through the dirt
that adorns your halo


I will no longer shout for you.


01/13/2007
Author's Note: 

I am jumbled


[and at least I admit it]

Posted on 01/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/14/07 at 04:34 AM
We need to work together. Every poem of yours I read makes me remember that.
Posted by Matthew Sharp on 01/16/07 at 05:31 AM
i like your chaos, i know what you mean by it.
It slaps me around like an alien:)