Down at me.
Its pristine white face disintegrates,
Dissolves into the atmosphere.
The wind swirling,
Inhaling its existence.
How I wish to be there
Above the world.
Away from it.
Atop the world,
Looking down on it.
Untouchable,
Is what I want to be.
Its perfection gazes
Down at me. Its pristine white face disintegrates, Dissolves into the atmosphere. The wind swirling, Inhaling its existence. How I wish to be there Above the world. Away from it. Atop the world, Looking down on it. Untouchable, Is what I want to be.
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I am the bull
Watching, waiting, bracing. You are the matador, Basking, waving, grinning. You throw up that crimson flag Taunting and triggering me To fight back. At this you are enraged, So am I. I am powerful But you hold the power, The flag, the spear, the chains, And the key. And I, the beast, Will never win. I was offered two answers,
Each in a glass. One sour, one sweet, Both clear in color. The truth is bitter And lies are kind. So, I drank The sweet water And died of thirst. Dust arises from the now empty space
Sparkling in sunlight’s faded haze. Dust rises from empty bookshelves and covered up furniture. It covers the pictures and becomes their frames, coating the china, Turning porcelain to gray. It rests upon the jewelry box, in its etched design And rests inside where gold decays, stones turn to dust, and chains of silver rust. Dust is what she left behind, dust is what she became. What I hold in this urn, her, a fistful of ashes, a pile of soot. Now I see the side effects of living, they become clearer once you’re dead. Stacked boxes of things she couldn’t take with, packed to the brim. The sun casts its last glow over this scene Of empty space, empty bookshelves, and fading picture frames, And dust descending from the now empty place. I came looking for relief at the sea.
Walking to the end, the beach was cold, Even in its hour of gold. Waves leap At my bare feet, which clamber over rocks. They’re beaten, bruised, much like what this last year Has done to me. Soon shadows blaze behind My feet. I want to leave the hurt behind, So I followed my brother to the sea For hope to be rung into the New Year, For fear to be crushed, and to bear the cold. This could only be achieved at the rock Where I now see Gordon about to leap. He sees me, smiles, and waves, but then he leaps Into the deep. His friends follow behind, A string of splashes crash below the rock. Their heads pop up, arms ripping through the sea. They flop on shore and shiver from the cold, With bright smiles they pant a happy New Year To me. We walk and talk of their first year Away, the good and hard of their big leap In life. Conversation ends when the cold Water begins to touch my feet. Behind Me the land calls, I want to leave the sea. Even so, I swear and thrash towards the rock. I reach it first and start climbing the rock. We gather atop and gawk at the years First sunset, shimmering across the sea. We fight over who will take the first leap With blue lips chattering, grinning. Behind Me, Gordon takes off straight into the cold Ocean. Till now, I’ve never been so cold And scared. But here I stand upon the rocks High ledge. I need to leave the pain behind. To be happy and unafraid this year. Hazel eyes lure me to the edge. I leap Feet first, screaming and aiming for the sea. Years passed by as I left the rock for sea. A frozen baptism into the year, A leap to leave the stinging cold behind. Three seasons seen alone melted away
Once I saw his face beam among the throng. Separated by fate five months too long. And soon I learned a child's mind does decay Into a man who won't see home till May. It creeps and seeps through my brain like a song Reminding me that he will soon be gone. I'd steal; I'd pay anything to let him stay. Yet, soon I will be the one taking flight into the unknown, this I never did fear. "There's nothing left for me," I thought. Despite The ringing freedom I always heard near, Realization burns its vicious bright light Into life's dreary night, making it clear. I have demanded for a miracle
And have damned His name. He who gave me spring And promised it to stay, but then brought me Fall instead. Daylight dimmed the month that took My stone and blood away. The leaves then fell, A new month came and stole my piece of soul. My stone and blood went on his own accord Unlike my piece of soul. He did not know How fast it had gone till he left it far Behind. My piece wanted her time to last, And He who gave me fall had heard the damns And pleas. In winter he then sent the spring. Red dust canyons tumble and burn
Into a sea of gold. The sea becomes a shining pond, Life bursting uncontrolled. A Mickey Mouse pole in hand, I wait, My small feet on the dock. With patience beginning to numb I ride my train of thought. The hours pass to no avail, My father always near. But when I feel a force collide, My heart is struck with fear. My feet plant firm into the dock, I crank the reel in vain. The monster fights, pulling deeper. This, I cannot sustain. But then I feel my father come. His rough hands holding tight. We bring the trout up together, His face proud, beaming bright. He grabs my shoulders, shaking me. Wake up Madd, his lips cuss But now the canyons crumble down Into a field of dust. The shining pond evaporates, At this I spring awake. When sweet memories become dreams The present starts to ache. My mother drove me north to see
The other piece my soul Had lost along a dying plea. I try to make me whole. I found the room my piece awaits. I speak with no reply. And though this burns, my fear inflates, A fire ignites her eyes. She whispers low to bring her home, Her body longs to sleep. I promise she won’t be alone, I take my leave and weep. |
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