"carraige" poems
The thunder booms within my dome
Holding my will to sleep underwater
I am an infant,
Trying to weather the storm
As I mock my new found adulthood with fetal tendencies.
The lightening flashes inside my eyes
Revealing the depths of my mortal boundaries
I am a toddler,
Looking for trouble
As I dash wildly into the night.
The wind echoes through my ears
Muffling the memories I pretend to forget
I am a teen,
Searching for the liquor cabinet
As I chug and fall face first to the floor.
The rain pours over my body
Cleansing me of all my mistakes
I am an adult,
Still searching for what is right
As I carry on the only way I know how.
Sep 15, 2009
Sep 15, 2009 at 4:09 AM UTC
Lately I’ve been filled with intricate emotions and unwanted
thoughts that left an unconscious mind wandering in selflessness
drawing a thin line between death and life
I became alive towards society’s hollowness
and dead towards serenity and self-kindness
my spirit was reluctant to my soul
as my divinity drowned underwater
underwater, where I found new peace
because I realised that nothingness exists
I realised that to give in was to let go.
As I arose the sky gave me a new aura
the air gave me mental stability —
I inhaled acceptance of the universe
and exhaled carraige of nothing of this world.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Now that our royal head has gone
You are left with a single note in your song
You are now the upholastery
the carraige left to still carry on
In rivers plastered above faith and will
Righteously your love has grown in
deeper roots bright and strong
I know no other humen on earth
who loved her womb much more than her own
The corinthian covered in lime stone
stand strong forever
So when I open this final book
of proverbs and revolation
I know you are the mother
I ache to keep a lifetime as my salvation.
I love you mom.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC