Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul

Part 68

Fairy tales.

Dangerous. Yet. Refreshing.

Giving us the cold side of the pillow to life for just a few moments.

Sharing it's stories it's created

Using people we wished to be when we were younger.

A boy I know. Peter was his name.

Couldn't handle the pain of growing up and becoming a man.

So he flew to Neverland.

We pictured ourselves as lost boys

So we could be swept away in the

night as the clock strikes twelve.

Losing our shadows in the night.

But little did you know.

It's like a depressed game.

Fairytales are not what they seem.

Peter pan is the boy who never grew up

And we 'lost boys' believed that our families never loved us.

And we took Peters hand and jumped.

But. We did not fly.

We fell into the ground.

Falling down.

Down..

Down...

The rabbit hole.

Becoming lost like Alice.

Figuring out which way to go,

Which path to take

To make your dreams reality.

But. That would not happen.

Because once you lost yourself.

It's hard to regain the lost pieces.

No matter how many cups of tea you've downed.

To wash away the grief and pain.

No matter how many people you've met along the way

You'll still seem...

Gone.

Watching your reality slip away...

As your world becomes turned upside down

Letting all your feelings go to your head

Letting your insanity get free

Following its voices

Cutting the white flowers that bleed

red

drip from yor wrist.

Causing your demons to escape

Changing your perspective on your

Reality

And seeing a new future.

That's it! See? Do you get it now?

Your future is not set in stone.

It can always change.

It just takes the right moments.

The risks.

The choices.

It all depends on you.

So.

Create your own fairytale.

(This is from my friend ------- he asked me to help him write a poem and he's super shy. Hopefully you like his poem ^.^)