They call me beautiful,
For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain!
They call me charming,
For even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain!
And then they call it a day,
For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!
Let's redefine the word "beautiful"
Let's go for a walk
Just me and you!
A letter to my soul
A day will come,
I'll lie in peace ,wearing that smile.
The tears will be yours,
But the casket will be all mine!
chill of the winter night
drifting through the open sunroof
a crisp breeze
licking our skin
invading our bodies with tingling goosebumps
slipping ourselves the pill of oblivion
drifting into a reality
that perhaps only existed in our minds
we did believe our imaginations
much more comfortably
than we would ever believe reality
so we sat there
slumped on the black leather seats
watching the notes spill from the speakers
and dissipate into the air
kissed gently by only the breeze
a rusty bell
married to cobwebs
faint chalk marks
left by two ghosts
who never quite finished their game
wooden swing set stained green
weeds abusing the low swings
a dead christmas tree
begging to be set into flames
a little charred chair
remnants of a couple little girls
one thick, steel chair
set on the outside
watching time tick
and the world grow, fade, die
and grow again
the woman in white said to me
“have you not learned?”
she picked up my thoughts with her hands
and held them away from me
so that all that was left was a blank, white, light.
look up at her, holding my thoughts
never realized you are limbo itself
when you reside there
and threw my thoughts back down on me
suddenly i was lying on my bed
one leg under covers
one leg out
cars zooming under my window
sun barely peeking through my blinds.
i make my heart collapse.
seedlings planted in my chest
trees sprouting out of my *******.
i am the root of this massive Redwood.
i watch the leaves shake
till they touch hands with the sky,
say hello to the sun.
pull me upwards.
lurch me forward.
giant Redwood breaking through me
as i travel up its stump.
i love the blood the tree jerks from my veins.
drips down that rough bark
and settles past its roots
where it lays to rest in the hot center of the earth.
i love the skin ripped from my body
as i am revealed for all that i am.
lies suffocating in oxygen,
their deaths fertilizing the life that is this earth.
feel cold purity enter your lungs.
let the wind carry your limp body.
finger paint the sky as your canvas,
use the sun as your paints.
deep in those moon craters.
befriend the stars.
let that rainbow of music notes pour from your mouth as you laugh.
let your smile radiate happiness for all that is.
let your mind fly with the kites
and your tongue taste the air the birds do.
to fade into that dark night
that only God can see.
to feel that wonderful, eternal fall
in your stomach
as your roller coaster plummets
so sublimely beautiful from that place up high.
body slipping from the seat,
and letting go,
to be all that there is,
to experience all that exists,
to let the light gleam from those cracks
in your still heart.
to fall and rise with the tide
of that ocean
that carried you away
so searingly beautiful.