And like a pair of dice traveling the uneven pavement, I cross my legs and wish for the morning sun to hit the dew at intervals.
Because I have seen such darkness in the lightest forms,
Each shadow dancing with their own, holding out their hands, stretching in drawn-out pauses, reaching for the everlasting forgotten epiphanies.
My thoughts are that of a child, a vessel in which sacred worry is a being that does not exist,
And remembrance is nothing short of a celebration.
And my thoughts respond to the stars.
Because their brightest forms carry out our entwined sadness and dismembered words of consent.
I've drawn the cracks through lines of people,
Each person mirroring thoughts of their own.
I've doused myself in rivers of ink, bathed away the sorrows.
With every indent my pen makes, I color my existence.
Like a motion picture, my climax was reached when the crescendos of screams came to an abrupt halt.
I still remember the silence,
The car door flinging open and the tugging of the seatbelt.
I still remember the pavement,
The cold wet ground and the stinging of my knee.
My words came to an abrupt halt.
Memories are a well best left untapped and unopened.
I sit alone at my desk, the pages unfiltered and disorganized.
My voice paints a soft and subtle image of mist.
In my every existence, I see the lightning.
I am suspended in the air like the rumbling of my past.
I touch upon my hopes and dreams,
I wish upon my sacred promise,
I long to be normal,
But like a pair of dice traveling the uneven pavement,
I can no longer cross my legs and chastise this vessel.
Because I have seen such darkness in demonic forms,
And each shadow toys with strings of misunderstood love, dangling puppets of conformity, crushing parental hopes, and demolishing individuality.
My thoughts have become that of an adult, a holy being in which hope does not exist,
And innocence is nothing but a distant memory.
And my thoughts respond to my own,
Because my questions have answers rooted deeply within the map of my body.
I long to be the dice traveling the uneven pavement,
Not knowing which side I'll land on next.
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The Truth Embarks a New Beginning
PoetryWhen you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have o...
