Poems of Tomorrow
1999 b. strong
It used to be so easy
To paint the emotions with any brush
Now I have to peal away the skin
Of a thousand inner voices of rejection
The dismal glow around everything
Used to whisper the versus in my ear
The distorted faces walking around
I used to draw influence from the droning sound
To find myself, I used to look around
I was like a three dimensional mirror
But recently I opened up a valve
And relieved the pressure within myself
There was a print on my soul
That others could see plain as day
I buried it under the many scars I borrowed
And locked them under the poems of tomorrow
3/25/99
To paint the emotions with any brush
Now I have to peal away the skin
Of a thousand inner voices of rejection
The dismal glow around everything
Used to whisper the versus in my ear
The distorted faces walking around
I used to draw influence from the droning sound
To find myself, I used to look around
I was like a three dimensional mirror
But recently I opened up a valve
And relieved the pressure within myself
There was a print on my soul
That others could see plain as day
I buried it under the many scars I borrowed
And locked them under the poems of tomorrow
3/25/99