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do you enjoy the feeling of your sorrow filling out your story?
because tasting that completion is never short of
pure
succulent
joy
and that it isn't real if it isn't
part yin, part yang
and that someone becomes who they are meant to be
after a softening
a humbling
or an elation
and a rocket flight toward the stars
because it's never another soul
it's never someone else's task to complete you
let that burden lie only in what you have not seen,
suffered, accomplished,
mustered, justified,
won & conquered,
and cried
              screamed
shouted
              laughed
pushed
    ­           inhaled
and
                                             cried your way onward
Today I am reminded that I'll never get any taller
My adulthood, infantile as it may be,
has been chasing a kite being lifted by a gust made by the sea.
Growing up is something I'm taking up with science and humanity
and lust
for a view
I wish my past would rise above its stunted height and give me some birds eye hindsight or that I could look down upon encounters with your old stare the cold blue eyes and feel very much
ABOVE
And how I've grown,
even while seated down I'm a giant next to what you haven't learned
You will cower down
I will tower over
I grew out of you
I've removed the anatomical
from
growing

UP
EXPERIENCE
IS
EXPERIENCE
IS
EXPERIENCE
is only a word
used to describe
                                          perspective
because bad can pile on top of terrible, on top of naive, on top of cruel
and you'll have nothing beyond stories that
do not wish to be told.
EXPERIENCE
IS
     your head space narrative
starting from the beginning and underlining until a broken paragraph
creates
a
visionary.
EXPERIENCE
IS
      a prize for allowing your memory
to serve you on a silver platter.
because lessons are hard to learn unless you wrote it down
on the chalkboard
after class
and gained
all that a past can ever hope to be.
Oh, but they are
          &
     They do
And your head won't let you forget it
And the drink won't allow kindness to spill
off a stranger's lips
Just ***** soaked words of disgust
Because no one is really as human as anyone else
and
Crediting the curves of their face
or the steps they
intentionally
      or
accidentally
take
is too hard a practice for a group of minds soaking in top shelf gin
i am on a bridge of thought
between all that there is
and whatever it is that i don't want
underneath me runs the river
that has no concern for either
and i jump right in
with the undertow that fights my concept of freedom
until my hands stop working against it
and my feet let go of the bed of rock below them
my hair becomes a part of the motion
and muscles give way to bone
the flow that catches me alone
and in it
and with it
I will let myself roam
Let me remind you that you're my only memory that grips me by the wrist and rips my consciousness through the candy coated past and stumbling blindly within the impossible future
I was dodging sink holes and quicksand desperately trying to keep in your line of sight and now that you have clear vision I'm sure you remember my pulse quickening when your phone would ring
The same pulse pounded when you said you were going leave
Unless I wanted you to stay
I couldn't dare be the one
To say
I am good enough.
I swear I am.
Now,
**Please stay.
I will take you out with the tie tied tight around yours
and the bow bowing out of mine.
to the dance floor where the leaves will do their dying dance with time.
and i can teach you how to be shy,
to stay away from the wind
and hang on to my limbs,
to be my evergreen
and never fall away from me.
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