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With only a lifetime to behold

*waste no time pondering.
They think I am normal
if they even think of me at all.
But oh, if only they know
my mind is
black and frying
grey and booming
white and blinding
brown and dying
purple and bruising
blue and flashing
green and living
yellow and shining
orange and glowing
red and bleeding
pink and kissing
chaotic
amazing
too much
for me
to
handle
my lungs are whispering
softly, quietly
telling me secrets they heard
from my heart's beating
i cover my ears
trying to block out the murmurs
but the words slip past the gaps in my fingers
and slither in to my ears
is it bad that I stopped at the park
on my way home
to watch people release sky lanterns?

because it made me think of you...

it made me think

*that if you were walking me home,
we'd look up at the sky
and follow the direction that
these things were coming from
and find ourselves joining them too
but instead I found myself

alone
following that direction
hoping that if I set this lantern free
my thoughts of you would disappear
into the sky
along with it

thanks a lot, silly little sky lantern

***
they're all over

wish I would've known

when she was on my couch
Could've saved a lot of heartache.....always assume the worst about others. You're probably right.  (Hilarious......some people are so full of themselves.   Presumptuous much? What is the old saying....? "He who doth protest...."  Feels good to smile. ).
 Jun 2014 Hakeem Jenkins
nova
dear dreamcatcher,
i thought you were supposed
to take away the nightmares
not get them *out of my head

and *into my life
i've always believed in dreamcatchers. i guess i like putting my hope in something else.
 Jun 2014 Hakeem Jenkins
Hollow
How wonderful
To sit under these stars
Free of worry at least for a night
Maybe a sip of wine
Maybe a few more

And maybe a warm blanket
And your favorite music
Ringing softly in your ears
From that old radio
You thought you'd never use again

Maybe a silent awe
For all things beautiful
And maybe
The warm notion of peace
And tranquility
Massaging your weary shoulders

And maybe
A gentle kiss
Of dreamless sleep
 Jun 2014 Hakeem Jenkins
Hollow
Maybe I will fly
Falling from
An angels doorstep
If only
Angels would let me in
So I must learn to
Spread these wings

But are they real...
...or a child's paper and glue
Creation?
To burn in the sun
 Jun 2014 Hakeem Jenkins
Hollow
Eyes like water
Dripping with sadness
Silence

Hands are hotter
Gripping with madness
Violence
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