An avalanche of empathy
covering me in suffocating
That I wasn't the mountain,
more the snow.
Soft and delicate,
sentiment never compacted enough.
In my life there are three things:
A feeling of emptiness,
a hollow laugh and blank face,
Hiding behind a mask
I wonder day by day
the world around me is unimportant.
In my life there are three things:
My own emotions elude me
they go about their days
hiding in the back of my brain
a feeling of emptiness
Upon my face there sits
a person I don't know
Because of all I ever am is
a hollow laugh and blank face
Day by day, night by night
nobody ever bothers to look
but I never bother to tell, I'm
hiding behind a mask
This is my first attempt at a cascade poem
Water running through toes and over elbows.
Cascading down forearms and up necks.
Falling in stampedes from underneath eyelids
Onto shoelaces and ankles and
Fabric draped across our laps.
This is the feeling of an afternoon spent entangled in
Covers. The sensation of a cold breeze
Swooping us up on its burdensome wings
Only to ask “Where’s my tip?” and the shrugging shoulders
That follow. The rattle of empty pockets. The
Shattering of glass and a cry for HELP
So incredibly ARDUOUS it slices your throat
Like a steel blade
And the clock doesn’t stop ticking
Around and around until you’re too dizzy.
This is the feeling of water running through toes and over elbows. Cascading down forearms and up necks. This is the feeling of an afternoon spent entangled in covers. The feeling of a cold breeze swooping us up on it burdensome wings. The feeling of a cry so arduous it slices your throat like a steel blade.
A cascade of
Feathery white patches
An exposed blue sky
Which abruptly dims
To shades of gray
Which swells from
A showering of
The spill sprinkles
through a kaleidoscope
of pulsating colours
and ignites our sight
Each of us
The inherent soul
Of all there is
The intrinsic nature
Of cycles and
That can be witnessed
Through the self.
In the cascade of my feelings,
a steep precipice separated the ways
disconnecting every bit from you
left me waiting on the long days
When it rains,
I guess I’ll go home,
And stay there,
Forget about my prior notion.
I guess I'll go home, and stay there to hide
Callouses bubble born of survival
Barefooted, bare-backed branding
It's in the bible.
Something on makeshift witchcraft
An (in)impatient scripture draft
All of us, answers for anatomy.
Grey slate, tabula. And. scar tissue tough
Illness or just ill-wish is brainstem spinal
Callouses bubble born of survival.
What we learned when the books were burned
Cave paintings made in the padded cage
Barefooted bare backed branding.
Now, make it gentle.
Through looking glass, exhausted paragraphs
Be blind to the bodies and dance
They never were very nice to us back then
A wave’s born on the
Vast waters and it’s gone torn
From water’s surface
An entranced lone bee
Wind in deference
To the sun whistles softly
Paying staid homage
A trifle many
Things happen beneath our nose
That escapes notice.
I took shelter underneath a dim structure deep within the city..
The beautiful light rain fell like a cascade of sun filled diamonds..
It was so beautiful..
The dripping shine that was falling from me became shadow drops.
They ran along the dim light floor and collected in the corner of the room.
It was there I saw a strange insect of blue light..
The light storm was somewhat of a blessing. It seem to chase all the light beings indoors . They too were waiting out the storm. Meanwhile I was dripping light rain that would soon turn into shadow drops and would run down to the corner of the room. A small puddle of shade formed there. It was like looking into a hole with no beginning or end if that makes sense. Then from the window flew in a bright star blue insect of sorts. Its wings made a strange flute like sound. It flew into the puddle of shade and seem to lather itself in the dark waters. It then flew toward me. Could it see me? It truly was not an insect. It was a pattern of beautiful shapes with 4 white wings made of light. I moved away from it suddenly. It then flew into my gathered darkness and would roll around in it. It almost seem liked it enjoyed my leaking shadow. It then flew out the window into the light storm. I then fell asleep in a dark corner of my accidental creation. I awoke to a harmony of sounds. The room was now filled with these strange insect like patterns of all colors. They were all bathing in my shadow.
And when a shadow is cast for the first time.