Now I'm lying on the ground
I tell myself
Remember there's more to life
Just keep looking towards the sky
Only then you'll be one with the sunrise
There's only one way out
And that's what I'm going for
Isn't that what time is all about?
Now the seasons over
And the weathers changing
I had a whole lot of time to think while I was falling
Things never stay the same
There's only today
Forget believing and faith
Life's an art
It's whatever you create
I don't know much about love
All I've had is hate
But I'm still learning
And I'm not afraid
I have feelings I don't even know how deep they run
My hearts been numb
Ands it's always back to the same conclusion
For all the wrong and right reasons
I want you to take as long as you need to decide what you really really want.
I want you to make your decisions without pressure from me .
I want you to know there's no need to starve yourself back to a size zero.
You are special and always the right size to me and I love you unconditionally.
I will love you to my dying day and I've never cared what others thought of me.
I know you know that but I wanted the one who wrote a nasty poem to know.
Not a poet and know it and know what's in your pure and unprejudiced heart.
You are sweetest and the most interesting and fun lady I've ever met and you
still are the only one I want to read to, have snowball fights with and sit by a
warm fire to to stop the chills, spend endless hours talking to, the one with the
gorgeous smile that brightens my day, the one who I love seeing walking in
without an appointment, the one I always put calls on hold for, the one who's voice
makes my heart race when I always answer your calls, the one with the musical laugh
that I can't get enough of. You are the one I want to be in my life even if we are
just friends. You gorgeous one are worth waiting for and growing old waiting for.
All I want for Christmas is your happiness now and forever Betty Ponder.
Never ever forget this, you are the only one I'd eat tofu with and for AND
you are the only one I will ever call a beautiful storm that blew me away.
The face in the mirror starts to change, convulsing symmetry tearing apart equally.
It looks so familiar, why can't I remember this pseudonym.
From young to old, the metamorphosis haunting me.
The balancing act inside the glass, apathy and empathy
Two sides competing for my prosperity
As corrosive as your smile passing by
This haunting sensation of fingers on my skin
Melting inside my mind building memories out of air
It's impossible to tell what's real and what's the chemicals
Pumping these twisted dreams through my subconscious
When we're little, we believe the place to go is up, up, and away
We get a little older, and we want to know what's down there
In the deep
The beauties, or the beasts?
One day we'll be adults
Too tired to try and fly
We'll just climb
Working to the best of our abilities for a good reputation
Polishing our shoes, straightening our ties
And one day, it's all gone
You wonder how it all could have happened so fast
Well, at some point, you turned around
And started rolling downhill
Then you realize
The best thing about all this is that the ride down never ends
It's as infinite as space
You see that everything can always be worst
You can always fall a little deeper
Which is why even the ones everyone call "freaks", are beautiful
But this hill has nothing to do with actions
It's why the famed have a spotlight
They're in too deep
Deep in greed they count their cash
Only to waste it on yet another mask
This is why I can't admire the rich
Their power comes from what the masks of deception bring them
They try to drag down those of us free from their evil gravity
But we don't give in
Hell, we win
We don't just barely make it out with bruises and black eyes
We dance away with grace
To the top of the hill
We don't dance to escape the monstrous underworld
We dance to stick it to those that made us believe the surface wasn't beautiful
Two nights ago.
Instead of class, the last
before they went down
or up the M1,
a note from you.
I could tell it was you,
dotting your 'i's'
with blue hollow pebbles.
How clever I thought.
How unrealistic I thought.
But I went beaming,
soaking in joy to find you.
'Don't fall over now!'
'Don't bruise your shins!'
And there you were outside,
scarf and gloves
and breath in the air
like pockets of fog.
My voice went wheezy,
why? I'm not sure.
We w a l k e d ,
saying things no-one else knew
or so we thought.
I missed class for this.
All I could think
was the way
you dotted those letters.
I missed class for this.
Then the scene broke,
of course, it crumbled
as thinly-cut bread.
I don't know what came next,
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Explanation: A poem written in my own time about a dream I had. The first rough draft was written in a university class.
Rain dapples in fens of the marshland brooks,
Among the rue hillocks of the sapling woods,
What little peace may fall to drop the shivering
Leaves, rood of the sun, a crop, kestrels quiver
In midair, to keep as they sway into the stations
Of all minions moused who faulter in formation
And bright is birth, when night clothes the day,
As all the mornings long, song of hope, in May.
every achy bone inside me a relic
of the former self still inhabiting this shell.
exquisite fossils of the life once lived
my silhouette, housed in rock,
yet the softest part of me rotted out.
the vacancy in my expression
mirrors the hollowed out spaces
between each rib and every "what if"
my lungs carry haunted cries
apparitions you forged in my memory
phantom fingers singed the word
“remember” into my paper skin.
i am still smoldering.
chambers of my heart filled with cobwebs;
every strand of silk an unfulfilled wish.
we are still tangled up.
the spiders have crawled from our throats
but the dust is settling.
your fingers have intertwined
with the segments of my spine,
fists taking root in my chest, cradling a stone heart.
knuckles bent comfortably around each vertebrae,
your hands are cold.
the weight of all my sins is crushing me,
i suppose i should have noticed
when you read the lines in my palm like an obituary.
- m.f. & j.a