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 Jul 2013 Anna Pavoncello
Jack
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I turn the key within its chamber
The hinges cry a woeful squeak
Closed up tight for years uncounted
Moments that this attic keeps


Memories of days forgotten
Scattered on this wooden floor
As if time trapped in a bottle
Safely kept for evermore


Foraging through endless bounties
Dust it lays more than an inch
Dim, the incandescent light bulb
No one else has been here since


Now my mind it tends to wander
Dreaming of the good old days
Photographs breathe life now savored
Black and white their bold displays


I find a tear my eye now forming
Destined, I relive the cost
Draped of fabric worn and tattered
Faces of the friends I’ve lost


Is this it, my life collected
Answered questions now begin
Left for someone to discover
Soon to scatter on the wind


I turn the key within its chamber
The lock it moans an empty click
Count your blessings as they happen
Life it passes, oh so quick
 Jul 2013 Anna Pavoncello
Jack
Not alone


Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk

                “Fear begins the parade at our fragile hearts”

Shades are drawn and slotted with eyes watching,
voices ring the halls of the buildings looming large,
rumors of pointed fingers find our ears in colander fashion,
dripping fear at our feet

                “Waves conduct sound, crashing vividly as we hear”

We cry,
hoping these tears will somehow wash the pain,
fill the gutters and move out to sea,
casting waves upon unsuspecting shores

                “Wishes…more waste than want…at least of these eyes”

When of the shadows a touch,
softly at first, then strong upon our shoulders fall…
comfort leaps to our hearts in sing song praise,
wishes become goals and finish line adventures

                “What is this light, soft yet sure, found within”

We are not alone, darkness hints at light
and butterflies fill our air with prism’d colors and soft breezes
collecting on our damp cheeks and drying the aftermath
of our understanding of reality

                “Dreams of these nightmares fade into happiness”

We find footprints in the dirt…two which are not our own,
closely, yet affectionately following our way and bringing direction
to our dreams, yet the nightmares still flourish
but we do not feel so alone

                “Fences built may keep us in yet… may keep us out”

For this hand, from a distance,
climbing mountains and fording rivers
leads our hearts to the safety of love just beyond the bricked wall,
the ivy covered monolith, the chain link disaster
which once stood locked

                “Finding that a breath may exhale peace…again”

Now stands open of the arbor of hibiscus
blooms and teapot pourings fore our eyes…open and hopeful of the coming truth
once lost beyond our dreams…and we breathe
for it feels right to breathe while standing in the darkness…not alone
Written for a dear friend who at times may feel very alone
Don't tell me I was born to be something,
Don't tell me I need to be this prophecy,
Because there's no way I could ever be.
Don't tell me to be someone else,
Don't tell me to change,
Because there's no way it's going to happen.
Don't tell me there's a path for me to follow,
Don't tell me I'm a puppet for God to play with,
Because I make my own future.
The only thing you could possibly know,
Is the fact that some day I will die.
As soon as you label me,
You fence me in.
Don't tell me I'm to be something,
Because I'm already me.
Like a bird with lost wings I need music to help me sing
Teach me to f l y
To run away
And I promise to return one day
I need you to untangle me
Free me of these rusty chains
Let the wind b l o w
And through the clouds we will g o
Flying away from are troubles
And out running time
Flying faster, and faster
Intill we can't go on
And again s o a r i n g toward dawn
Basking in the beatiful sunrise
I'm finally free
Because
My dear
you have untangled me.
You wonder why I cut?
You  wonder why I cry?
But little do you know you are the reason why.
You are my crutch and my broken leg
My rock and my shattered heart
But by the littlest of your n o n s e n s e you completely t    e   a   r me apart
You c r y, and you c r y
And tell me your not good enough
But you can't see what I see
And sometimes when you cry
*I wish I wasn't me
"She could easily get one"
Of course she could
She's to busy being pretty, better then me her..
But I understood..
I wish you could..
All the guys love her
And what am I?
A tiny girl that people p a s s  o n  b y..
You loved her, you love her
You b ro ke me, I'm broken..
And now finally the words that I never said are spoken..
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