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 Apr 2020 Daisy Greene
Naeem
Growing up we all heard the same stories
There was a good guy and a bad guy
And everyone had their set roles to play
That's how we were raised
The ideals we were set to follow
But as we got older
And the stories got bolder
The good guy turned bad
And the bad guy turned worse
Our stories no longer had hope
A happy ending to look forward to
Everything that used to make sense
Seemed like an illusion now
The once upon a times
Became an after thought
Early bed times
Turned conversation in the dark
And the fairy tales we grew up on
Became a memory not really lived
this night.  he watches me.  he stops me.  I cannot speak straight.  lines.  I slur my words.  I am chemically enhanced.  I change the color of rain.  with a snap of my dragons.  breath.  the world is.  on fire.  and I come.  through the flame.  untouched.  everyone claps.  creating a wave.  of emotion.  in me.  I want to cry.  purple tears.  like blackberry juice.  I open.  my mouth.  and speak.  an acceptance speech.  my words are.  readable.  in the air.  you like me.  you really really.  like me.
i imagine his hands are warm
they fit so perfectly in mine
my mood would instantly transform
and everything would be fine

i imagine his smile
so beautiful and bright
if everything was dark for a while
i'd know it would all be alright

but then i'm back here
in my cold, empty bed
for a man that holds me dear
only exists in my head
Though the lotus shares a bond
With the muddy and murky pond,

Yet lotus is holy and precious,
As our birth never defines us.

What we make out of ourselves is vital,
Only that aspect is important and crucial.
It was during my childhood,
May be at the age of nine,
I experienced something unusual,
Something difficult to define

I was sitting on my terrace,
Probably around evening five,
Suddenly I felt one with the universe,
I was amazed as I was too naive

I felt everything is connected,
I felt a strange vibration,
I didn't know how to articulate it,
Couldn't give my experience any expression

Now after so many years later,
I try hard to repeat the experience,
But never can I connect again
To that higher intelligence.
strangely,
the feelings of emptiness
are quite heavy.
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