Yes, memories of a circle
That we kept in
Grand laughter, game board days
And probably small talks
With a depth
A refinement
Assuring my bruises
That high school
Was over

But Time
Time is a funny thing though
A factor
It pushes the gaps
Makes space
For rumors, For drifting apart
For false promises
For straight line barriers
Cutting across an open space
Across a familiar
Probably play room

Imagination made room
No, deception did
For a friend
That was his best
Now, means nothing
But an empty couch
In front of a TV
Near action figures
And snakes and ladders

In his basement
His hideaway;
Something has died in there
Ghosts of the toy soldiers
Who loved to die
For our alliance
Against the **** carpet
World

Circles, now an oval
Then two circles
Separated
Attempted osmosis

I was definetely a part
Now
I play, We have played
Apart

THE WORLD IS GETTING WORSE; IT IS PACKED WITH LIARS BEGGARS AND TAKERS.
WHERE DID THE LEAVERS AND GIVERS GO?  WAY YONDER, I WONDER.
THEY ARE NOW THE MINORITY AND DEFINETELY NOT SUPPORTED BY OUR SOCIETY.
FEAR VIOLENCE AND RELIGION ARE THE ***** OF OUR PEOPLE TODAY, WHERE ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS RESPECT AND INTEGRITY NOW WE HAVE ONLY PRETENSE AND ENEMITY.
HOW SAD TO LOSE TRUST IN HUMANITY AND HOW NEFAST IT CAN BE TO OUR SANITY.
WE CANNOT HOWEVER AFFORD TO LOSE HOPE NOT FOR A SECOND BECAUSE IF WE DO IT WILL BE THE END OF US AND BEYOND.
OUR INCREDIBLE AND BEAUTIFUL RENEWING NATURE IN ALL OF ITS POWER HAS ALWAYS BEEN OUR BEST SOLUTION. FOR IT IS IN NATURE THAT WE WOULD DO WELL TO LISTEN TO HER VIBRATION.
TAKING TIME TO WATCH A SEED GROW AND LEARNING TO TAKE CARE OF IT WILL REWARD YOUR EXPECTATIONS COMING INTO FRUITION.

I’m a breaker, at best

and at my worst, I’m broken

I can still remember the pauses

after every word that was spoken

my room is dark, I don’t quite feel alone

I don’t really miss you like i thought I would

~

My hair grows long, I think I can breathe easy

Yet sometimes, when I feel you round, I get queasy

No, I wouldn’t miss you if I could

No, but you definetely should

When no one listens to your musics
When no one reads your books
When no one watch your movies

You are definetely alone

Fragile, you say?
And that may partly be true,
but defenseless? I am not.
Weak? Possibly—
Scared? Definetely.
Even so, my body will try—
I will try—
everything pushes so I could be alive,
every single cell
wants me alive,
people that love me
want me alive...
I want to stay alive.
So as you hammer at my shield
and twist my thoughts cruely,
just know that I am not defenseless—
and I might give in,
but not without a fighting chance.

I will try until the very last second
because the only person wants this
is you.

I'm breaking like glass in my eyes.
Red painful barriers and flickering sight.
How much longer till my body will have dry bones?
Zombie walking, alien clown.
I'm still travelling.

I can't push myself through the pressure.
If I do, I will definetely break my eye.
So I stay up staring.
Maybe I will just float away.
I'll pray for it as I push my fist against my chest.
Gently touching the parts that are still intact.
Hoping it will be worth it.
Let's stay in this trance.

Let's walk
Let's float.
I will go on and find you.
And everything else will find me.
Cause it has to push deep inside.
Tear me open.

Train wreck not much like it
step by step letting with guidance struck out trust
of some establishing
lettering dissaray
confusion dispers
after setting it free
From here beyond a body of ocean and land in land
lies a boy
Needing a rely on needy boy?
It's much like that with getting those type of answers,
kind of definetely
If you don't love him then, he'll go frantic
So is it time to stop-writing-about-this
Bonding seems cliche
but that bond…
I hear you and that I do not not alone consider love,
I consider you
because we bonded
and letting free
isn't easy
Though in this cliche tragedy,
I'd probably wound back at *******
but let free?
In that passage,
thank you, freely

© Clarissa C. van Vreden