With every turn of a page
Begins a new life
A song that speaks volumes
Not of happiness but nostalgia
With every turn of words
Begins new emotions
A millennia of ever changing shades
Colors that brighten the day
With every little punctuation
A piece of the puzzle is solved
Only to be questioned again
Through darkness or rain
With every detail
Builds memories from the first
To the edge of the earth
A fading waterfall to oblivion
With every turn
Lies so many secrets
Of late night coffees
To early mornings of splattered paintings
A little bit of everything
The turns become slightly slower
As the world brightens to dawn
The book closes
And the pages stop turning
Emotions collide within
Pieces of paper scraps naming so many events
Written over and over again
Syncing with the heart beat
With every little comma
A full stop
A hyphen
A space
Begins a new life
Through gray lights of nothingness
A cry in the wind blows away
The breath gets caught
Only to find a wave of new sadness wash over
The sentences tainted black
Somehow
Printed wrong
His words echo like waves crashing in a shell
The exact words of wisdom
Lay through the grass
As sand dunes stand tall
The facts drown
With every new paragraph
Words build
And the ones left behind
Erode like emotions do
His last words were never finished
Much less forgotten
Never a memory
Or a thought
He taints the skyline anew
Just to cling on until
A new page
And then another
Turns
The pages keep her in a cycle of violence against reality.
It's her world now.
YOU ARE READING
Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
