DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some dreams can keep you thinking for a billion years:--)
the pure turquoise shivers diamonds down my spine torture to the power I stand naked in line endgame towards that brown cluster mind surrounds that shrieking sound to her to him undeniably I **** that escape for no more a huge leftover on my soured piano box in a vein core a question I ponder concerning my slate am I even ready to lead the way of knows on this plate??? or even a remember of that cursed undestined for them for us to be a far away excluded fate --------ravenfeels
Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know,
You are too strong to know everything Too strong, Can you hear me, too strong, Do not be afraid of the crowds, They are too small for you, Petty muggers, Hear. how they make noises like starved mosquitoes, Do not be intimidated by knives, Your eyes are too round to be unsharpened Listen to your own steps, your own steps Cutting. the dead. Dead. Corners. of the streets.
the wind is always cold
you look over the edge drop slowly your mouth chews out vowels and they resemble minutes end-over-end crowds lost among your breaths you dissolve and ask me to think of a place with no points in the sky
Woolen caps and puffy coats
The crowd yet further bloats On and on and another one yet Totaling an ever higher net No room to breathe here Claustrophobia Rising Rising A thousand thousand men A ***** glare too often A single crimson strand Hidden in the most common brand Alone Alone Forever
They rest in my stomach
rule the beats of my heart, soaring under my skin and through my shaking limbs. Masked and waiting, to shred me apart. In public spaces, the crowds and faces spark their power over me. I close my eyes and count to three. Still, I can barely breathe. Steadily swallowing my energy till vertigo sweeps me off my feet. Their fluttering wings, my trembling knees, both daring my eyes to betray me. They demand a sacrifice. I offer cups of fresh tears. Only the best for the vessels of my fears. I can't be careful to the nth degree. They'll catch on to shifts in my atmosphere. I can't even pretend they aren't here. The beats of the butterflies are always near. Copyright © 2019 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
Rewrote my poem 'Anxiety'. Which version do you prefer?