There are those times when you really shouldn't be opening your mouth. Just keeping words inside long enough not to do the wrong thing. But sometimes it seems that you should get them out. So here it goes, poetry in real time. No writtings, no tricks. Just plain poetry written right now.
I will suggest not commenting on its meaning, or giving it a shot to try and decipher what I meant. Please.

I've based this whole thing on a song by Foo Fighters called "Skin and Bones", which is the tone I need for such a thing as this. Hidden meaning.


Little steps, So close they stand
Clear I see it in my mind
Feeling her when I'm alone
I'm alone
I'm alone

Dreams and chords
Dreams and chords
Dreams songs filling on

My brain's filling on

She comes in, then she is back
Sometimes laughing in the dark
When there's silence, she ain't gone
She ain't gone
She ain't gone

Dreams and chords
Dreams and chords
Dreams and songs filling on

Dreams and thoughts
Dreams I know
Dreams I fear filling on

But she ain't gone

One last thing, please let me ask
Are you real, will you last
Please don't say: "Just ignore"
I don't want
I don't want

Dreams and thoughts
Dreams I know
Dreams I can't let go

Dreams I get
To understand
As if you were saying, no

No, I won't go
I won't go



And there you have it, a full piece written just now. Thanks to the Foos for their music, inspiring.
Pretty much what I can't describe in words. I guess poetry is mainly that: "say much with less", and that is what I like about it. Its melted plastic you can play with until you get what you want with it. The audience gets it in a different and very private way. From what I see, this piece could be one of Hendrix's songs, as it could be inferred from it that it speaks about dope. Bottom line: Do whatever you want with it. Only I know the meaning.

So I guess I'll go to sleep now.