I called for the rain, bloody, down it poured with mercy.
I sung for the sun, down came the snow with jubilee.
I cried for the wind to stop it's rash thrashing, and thus my tears and needs became the sea.
From my mind I tower above the lapis blue,
Beneath it I crumble to the opalescent moon.
What remains, a searching shadow drifting in the night.
What remains, a thirsting shadow with need to coalesce.
I break the glass I bled from, and forth came anew.
I recreate that grassy land, all that was left behind showered over me.
I disconcert the earth beneath my toes, and the stars like eyes rolled back in slumber like the sea.
From my bed I wake to find a grasp of "Real",
Beneath it I crumble to sensual imaginings.
What remains, my breath like the tide of the ocean.
What remains, the need to feel wholly alive, as the water finds rushing in and out a dreaming stream.
The hour spent beneath the sea rose upwards the arching of a spine.
The hour spent awake in a dream crumbled to the real reality.
The hour spent tumbling heels over head discerning what I can believe is not a disembodied illusion,
The hours spent remembering to exist.
My hour,
My hour spent,
My hour spent trying to see,
Trying to see the world as not plastic,
As right now, I'm truly blind to that which bears itself in front of me.
The lights are too bright engulfing my eyes in a microcosmic sun,
The people sink like figurines in molasses,
The day moves like a background in an oil painting.
I called for the will of the world to silence, bewildered it emptied its mercy.
I sung for the distress to flee me, but only became led to the treeline beside the sea.
I cried for the habitual need of someone to grasp, but once again reality has crumbled down upon me,
And now I don't belong.
From my mind I tower over my body above the lapis blue,
Beneath it I crumble under the plastic reality.
What remains?
What remains?
I remain this hour, solely spent beneath a plastic sea,
Where only I am missing.
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoésieHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
