the only escape from imagination came from the healing of the body during sleep. the wake from lucid dreams of happiness that rendered ignorance for just a minute
enough for a tsunami of memories to hit harder than the foot running away, slapping pavement
it’s impossible to run through dead air
silence takes a slow and sweet stride, molasses that’s hard to swallow
and choking on realization, the day dresses any thought in sadness and regret
it’s hard to breathe and the dead air makes ignorance look pretty
but pretty doesn’t cut it in a mind that wants perfection
how to heal becomes a quest that is tiring to pursue
and dead air is always there, waiting to scratch cracks in the half full glass
every morning the forgetful mind wakes, ready for a new day
beaten back by truth, the easiest pill to overdose
and after bruised face lifts, dead air deals the final blow
Have you ever really looked into someone’s soul? How can we see someone once so colorful and vibrant become gray with time? I want to spend the rest of my life with someone who will constantly try to find kaleidoscopes in my thoughts. I see such pretty colors and I see the potential for double rainbows in souls that feel broken when I touch them. How do you find a love that lasts a lifetime? Is it truly possible to find the entire universe wrapped up in someone’s smile? Time tells most. Maybe fear and regret turn us gray. But gray paint washed over the walls of your skin can be peeled back, too.
There was finality in the goodbye that sailed through the air as Annalise watched her problems rapidly remove themselves from sight. The smaller houses became, the more certain the young girl knew that never again would she return to the chasms enveloping her mind. Not another look, whispered the wit; her fears slowly started to declaw from veins that bound her to ground. No, take flight, dear heart! Wailed the victim, and she could feel at Last the cold shock of freedom. Not daring to take a breath for fear she would wake, Annalise met the sun anyway. A single tear wondered what life would be if she was brave. A knock on the door, and another flightless day began for the clipped soul.
But they judged her when they saw,
And never looked inside her
So the sun, he passed right by her
And the flower never grew
The petals stayed unopened
The flower never blossomed
The weeds they overgrew her
And the flower stayed forgotten
“They come and go.” But those four shattering words did not go. Her chest on fire like a thousand daggers, but there was no knife. “They go” cried her heart, her very soul wailed in despair. The tears bit her cheek, whispering goodbye as they ran away from the reality that was her loneliness. The bed of nails she slept on sang empty promises of forever and together, and for that reason, the night was her enemy. And it was the sun’s rays rattling on a rickety track towards her face and the chugging of the birds that reminded her again: people take the first train out of this place. But what is that place? It is her.
This is kind of my first crack at maybe baby slam poetry, I wouldn’t chalk it up to a full-fledged attempt. Anyways it has curse words so you were warned
Before you my thoughts weren’t diseased. I didn’t have a one track mind wondering if I’d ever be fine. Hell, I know I’ll be fine but you sure fucked me over and I’ll never forget looking out the window as you knocked on my door and sang promises of a better tomorrow and “your shot”
What the hell was your target? My happiness? My trust?
Well congrats because you managed to puncture through some rusted steel doors I had never opened
Congrats because you slowly convinced me I was allowed to be loved and then you decided it wasn’t worth it
Congrats because you took me in your stride and I was so much younger yesterday
But today, I am old and gray. And I’m tired
So tired of being proven right again and again
Why even bother with love? No one is generous enough to rise above
Selfishness and convenience and the quick fast and easy
I don’t think I can cry but you broke the backbone of an innocence I once had
Now I’m paralyzed from the waist down I can’t move forward
You made me look like a fool but I can’t say that
My brain works in slow motion and I’m scared to crawl along
Why the fuck did you prove me so right?
Where did it all go wrong?
Let yourself be consumed in wonder
Oh my child
If only you could see how beautiful the starlight in your eyes shines
When you stare at the sunset
Let hope and love abound in you
Let good thoughts seep into your being
And know that there are people who care for you
Grow the flower of your soul, let your mane flow untamed!
Unleash your talons and feel
FEEL the earth rumbling beneath you
Become so much yourself that you could never dream of being anything less
Love who you have been created to be
And it’s hard
But the highest mountain never stopped humanity
Even when we carried on our backs the pain and sorrow of a million lives
Love kept going
Hope pushed onward
And your breath will be short and quick at the top of the mountain
And you will know at last what it means to be living