Op-Chan

orbs of dreams, take a wish, close your eyes feel the energy seeping out of your bones travelling through airwaves, dancing on the wind of hope they flicker with laughter tiny voices of song in a blanket of dark blue and dressed in the dreams of invisible voices all we are is stars living off of fire and chemicals the slow tick tock of internal gears warm with flickers of light wishing we are somewhere we're not stuck in one notion of space galaxy's year apart, living in loneliness for the next spark is aeons away how do they flash so bright? when they are so far from near and so distant from me burdened with unfulfilled d

alcoholic father rage of a mother influences light up a match puff puff pass influences Do I have my head on right? Are the bolts tight enough? I hope it'll never happen. these influences are bringing me down It's all I can do to wait it out and believe that I'll never be the same. I'm screaming out my name to be heard can you fathom my pain? dance on glass hope the present will pass from these influences pop the top sure, i'll take a shot damn these influences I had my head on right once. I'll tighten the bolts back up. I'm sick of what i absorbed. those influences won't bring me down anymore. It's all I can do to wai

My eyes still closed in bed Sleep in my eyes You whisper in my ear Kissing them with ghostly reserve iI walk out of my bedroom Onto the chilled deck It's been cold since you left And i wrap my arms around my body My life hasn't seemed to move forward It's stuck at a road block In a rusty vehicle That won't start anyway without difficulty And I wonder, if you hadn't succumbed Hadn't fallen into space And left me with my gravity How happy would I be to be with you? Your eyes were not kin to mine They were distant, As cold as the first snowfall But i still loved you regardless of your sins It was cloudy, with thick fog, Th

I sat there letting the rain wash over me like a warm shower. The individual crystalline droplets felt like thousands of tiny hands embracing me, running down my arms and face, comforting me. They were leaving a trail of warmth, followed by a chilling sensation when the droplet had taken its course on the contours of my body. There was no feeling quite like it. Like each tiny being had taken on my issues, had taken the weight off my shoulders, and had taken the worry off my face that I thought had been like a concrete mask. My troubles were taken from me. They were washed away. They had sunk into the Earth to be recycled to come out fresh, cl