To my younger self,
Don't press the red button.
Thinking you can be smarter, older
But there are more ways than one.
Be free, be young
Cherish the colour times
Feel the comfort of ever trees
Soaked in sugar sweets
A sticky candy that dries your teeth
A certain luxury
That nothing you do
Really does much
A certain affordability,
That you are not a solid balloon but
A rushing waterfall
A river of molten glass
Unshaped, unmoored
The freedom of a world of
Fantastical possibilities
Knowing you can be whatever, whoever
Without weight or rope
Lovely to meet you,
But don't press the red button
Pandora's box opened and spilled
A question left unanswered forgotten
But run through meadows green and lush
And don't want for what you might
Never be
Never feel
Alive like no other
Young like none
It goes by.
It goes by like a bubble in the ocean
Like a wish or a secret on a starry night
Bigger than planets, and solar systems
Past the Milky Way, a thing never
To laugh again
To find joy in the simple, small things
To see the wonder of a single, half-wilted flower, freeing
Or the trick of light
A world not black or white
But mutli-hued, multi-lensed
Extraordinarily balanced and
Extraordinarily accidental
And extraordinarily
Made
For
You.
A means to an end.
My darling,
I tell you this from deep inside,
Seeking a place where I once
Could scream or cry
or laugh
Just for the sake of it
From a place where I found happiness
And hope,
In the darkest corners
So I tell you not to wish for more,
But wish for just how it is.
Just how it is.
So go live and cry,
Don't act like you're better.
You're not better.
You're meant for great things,
But right there are more important things,
You got beautiful wings,
Golden and ancient,
Down the path you go,
Never say yes, never say no.
Go back to the playground,
Stay in your dreams,
Yellow bars, red beams
A blue sky high above,
You can never have enough but
Listen
To my pleas,
I said don't press the red button, darling
I know what you want, I was you too
Please don't forget that,
I'll never forget you.
Keep your thoughts together,
Wild and free. Keep counting the stars,
Knowing who you can be,
But I want to be so much
When I used to be so little
So small and now I have this pull
Back to the ground when I thought
I'd be back in the clouds
By now.
Things have been so quiet and dull,
When I remember a world of love and life
Colours mulled, feelings unrife
Missing something, missing a piece of me
Left far behind
And I find
I care too much and I feel too little
Like my bones are too brittle
I'm still young,
I'm still careless,
I still got a lotta fight left in me,
But something's different,
Left irrelevant,
Don't you see?
Don't press the red button,
Smash it with your fist!
You got so much power
Forget that.
But save it for tomorrow
When all you have left
Is a crumbled tower,
Deep inside
Deep down into my memories
I see you, small and wild and sweet
Where did it go?
Where did it all go?
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
ŞiirAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical