I'm stuck in an elevator
I can't remember if it was going down,
I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
I'm stuck in this lift,
I've always been alone.
Ten years ago I thought I was,
You convinced me otherwise
Now you're gone,
With somebody else.
And I'm stuck,
You told me in the end I was terrible company,
Now I know,
I don't know that person
Looking back at me
In that mirror
In a lift,
That is stuck
Maybe 9 and 10,
Both are my lucky numbers,
I've been trapped in this cabin
I'm not sure
You took my watch.
Ligaments are folly for the static movements
that I tender on the world around me.
I'm a puppet that has had its strings severed.
No longer will I stand before a crowd admiring
the swag of free motivation. Now I'm but a flawed
puppet with my useless severed strings lingering.
Once upon a time I was a puppet and I pulled all
my own strings... But now I'm gathering
dust in my self pity, and my strings are now cut.
But even though they are severed, and no longer
dance to my own tunes. I'm no weaker than before!
I'm stronger within myself, I may have fallen but got up.
"We are stronger than we think,
"We just have to pick ourselves up.
"For we are our own weight, that only we can pick up.
How do I know
you are being dishonest?
well you ask if I'm upset
I say no no.
however that's not true-
I am upset
but also extremely confused.
I see you see the truth by asking if I am upset
An guess what?
I see very clearly
when you are lying too.
Ma Cherie © 2017
in solitude we walk on Earth,
going through challenges in life,
Predictable routine, like on repeat.
Among many you meet one,
it hooks you up and lift you high;
Emotions, feelings, experiences…
All new and strange…
You split apart some day,
it drops you heavy down,
it feels all strange;
seems like that’s the end...
it wraps you into wings,
let you feel anew,
things you never see in sober world,
All new and strange…
There comes a time,
it kicks you back to "real" life,
it feels all strange,
Feels like that’s the end.
They walk align,
too tempting to resist,
Too dangerous for mortal me.
You have lifted me.
From some monotonous place,
With which I had lost pace.
I want to take you everywhere now.
From the tallest of mountains,
To the lowest of plains then run away as if,
the rivers that stretch as veins across the land.
I want to lift you to the most beauteous of locations.
As you have lifted me.
Day opens up with light
and darkness owns the night.
Of both times I desire
the sun owns day with its fire.
When sun dims, slowly adrift,
it gives the waxing moon's lift,
with pale beams softly sent
to show a world that's shadow-bent.