The air falls down on my shoulders,
And nothing ever has to try;
The pavement was never colder,
Everything breathes in a dusky sigh.
Water laps bare feet
Soothing scars and cuts,
Moments ahead from an incline so steep,
Keep your eyes tight, and shut.
The clouds are gifts from the rain––
That was moments just before,
Now it's an empty, quiet lane,
Something to only adore.
Inhale deeply with the summer dew grass,
That waltzes with the wind
Follow the deep sea green bass,
That chose not to sink, but to swim,
Exhale with the rage of aching lungs,
(Feel the earth shake)
Old wounds forever stung,
I was always too easy to break.
The motions pour into the ground
Like honey dripping from daisies,
Stories are mended and bound,
Saturdays spent comfortable and lazy.
I remember those days,
(When everything was a beginning)
To laugh and to crave,
When memories would stop spinning.
And everything could be captured,
In firefly jars and butterfly nets,
Smiles taken, a rosy love enraptured,
Far long past the sun has set.
I will tiptoe in cool pools of condensation,
That leak from flush willow trees.
And while basking in periwinkle bursts of elation,
To feel what no one can see.
I can sprint wildly through meadows,
While feeling the sharp burn of pebbles,
But the earth cannot break me like widows
Who pounce once the dust settles
I am free
I am free
I am free
(A monologue of internal will
Will never hurt me still
All day I listen to my blues
I'm getting too tired of the truth
Snapped in half, forever stay
Laugh at me, it'll never go away
Once I saw you,
We never switched back shoes)
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
