The world is filled with fear, so all beings rush headfirst into the passionate insanity they hope will save them... love. I'm already tired of the subject because its manifestation is painfully just out of my reach.
If I had it to warm me, control me, bring me to 3 dimensional implosions leaving the soul gasping... I wouln't bother with the outside world, I'd welcome the opportunity to lose control, ignore any future not encampassed in our four walls, reject the love stories that now fill my reality, I'd feel invincible in my own right and challenge Gods to envy earthly delight.But I fear growing used to being adored has weakened my resolve cause I'm not a fighter anymore, I'm a lover now. And it seems that the melancholy this brings won't tame the dragon. So I stay trapped in my tower and wait for my hair to grow long enough for Rapunzel's Prince to climb to my rescue.
Yet I ache for some drama, some naughty shared treasure, some mischevious foray into the dark unknown, I long for youth again. I feel old for the lack of dreaming, doomed for the maturity of practicality, why are we in such a rush to grow up? Why does no one tell us how the magic fades? How dim the light of laughter glows? How painful the wait for another tommorrow grows?I want escape, from the senseless demands of society, from the self-stealing claims of propriety... I want chaos! A world of lovers with no necesarry strings, only attached Cause you are certain you want no other... I've felt this panic before; falling in too soon, too deep with a certain star sign and running away in terror before reaching the point of no return... I swung my sword and death was born... but its too late now; the way is set, my heart bewitched and my mind disorted into that passionate insanity... I look into the mirror and smile madly at this entity. The sane one smiles back, trapped forever behind the glass of calamity, leaving me defenseless to embrace warmly my new found passionate insanity...
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Poetry Of Now
PoetryA few poetry pieces in non-specific genre but very specific moods...