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 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
Sarah
If there were a way
to make a painting
that could say
"I love you" without words
I'd paint ceaselessly
for you,
if there were a way
to move my brush
in patterns with your
chords,
I'd paint the sea
for you-
swirl metallic
tides onto a
canvas
and you'd know
exactly
how I
feel

but paintings are not
words
and words are not
my strong-suit
so you won't know I
love you
and I'll continue to
paint.
I heard an uppy jingle behind me
and my long tired feet told me
they could make it to the street's song.
I glided past
clouds of sugar with a glimmer
in my eye,
pain forging with each stride.
Childhood was only a few moments behind.

With a tensing of lashes tight,
tired soles left
caramel kisses exploring
dense sweet air.

Thousands of fireflies synchronized together.
a tangible magic
flew through the energetic night.
I was hypnotized.

There was babies' laughter,
to my right,
and, to my left,
a group of seven year olds.

A blue ribbon strewn through the air
preventing eager children
from joining the dance
of man-made insects
on cars lacking drivers.

With a similar gaze of innocence,
I sat beside them with crossed legs.
Enchanted,
bewildered,
awed,
my heart sung with every song.

I saw a princess dawned
on a brilliance of blue,
her steps
graceful and light.
An unwavering smile strewn on her lips.

I was stung by fairy tale's
enchanted kiss.
And then I saw:
true beauty;
like a dove,
natural,
organic,
pure.

My one and only was smiling above.
I ushered for her to join me
lost in childhoods last glory.
She took my hand
and I stood with her,
I left with a world to be unfurled.
I'm safer in my daydream world;
I'm not as confused there,
But here I'm more confused than Alice in wonderland.
I feel so bad and have no way to explain.
I'm too busy with stress to explain all this.
Should I listen to songs and block it out?
To me that sounds bad,
Not like a solution or a coping method.
Dig
Det er forkert at holde om dig
Og uacceptabelt at holde af dig
Det er dumt være betaget af dig
Men svært ikke at kigge på dig
 Nov 2015 Ariel Baptista
Mosaic
We hibernate our self like the seasons sometimes the roulette city pulsates us out of our circadian rhythms
Destined by epigenetic movement
Humans becoming gutted fish dandelions missing the wish part and just being stem Sometimes I wonder if it'll be an eternal fall

Endangered self awareness
Sleep is a drug as consciousness dims in everyday life
/\    /\
the bat
is         a creature         so
adept  at flight. it will  come
before the night. flitting high
and dipping low, it doesn't seem
to know where it goes! tho it seems
dark              and scary               folk
\/                       there                       \/
is

no need to be wary!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/29/2015
bats are beneficial
they eat insects and
pollinate flowers

^♡^
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