The Lullabies That Keep Me Sane [A Compilation of My Poems]

The Deterioration of a Butterfly.

When will this pitter patter of futile attempts end?

When’ll these stained papers manifest in their eyes

When’ll they notice that faintly dissipating sparkle in my eye?

I spilled the ink

Spilled it all for them to dip their fingers in

To say, “This is legitimate.”

That ink of blood

That ink of invisibility

That ink of rainbow unicorns and imaginary apocalypses

I frown.

“No!”

A violent voice will thunder at the evidence of my sadness

“No!”

“Take this needle and pry your lips to touch your ears” it will say with laughs rolling in sugar

“Pry your happiness to shape their expectations”; it will say, its laugh rolling in sugar

They stepped on

Everything.

I tried….

Splattered my spilled ink in their path

But they walked over it without a glance

Now I have tacks,

tacks in that ink in the ink in their path

That tear stained, crimson trickling ink

With my arms flailing

Falling

Drifting

I have placed my essence in their shadow

And yet all they see is a blob of bandwagon emotion

All they see is their reflection in my eyes when I cry

All they see is the bitter taste of artificiality in that ink I spilled

All they hear is someone

Anyone

No-one