Today, I went to one of my favorite places;
Myrtle Hill Cemetery.
I always feel at peace there.
It's like having friends in people I never knew.
There was one headstone that I felt pulled toward.
Peacock Jones.
Maybe we were friends in another life.
I'll never know.
There was a real stray flower.
No matter how hard I looked,
I couldn't find the origin.
All the flowers around were fake.
It's quite the mystical place.
I couldn't help but blow the wisps off of all the dandelions I passed
To spread the seeds and wish that one day my grave will be appreciated the way I love the residents of Myrtle Hill.
With the next generation of flowers,
Maybe the people who come to visit can wish for their mourning to be heard by the dead.
But I know it is.
They appreciate it.
I came across a groundhog who made his home in between the graves.
I guess he feels more comfortable with people who have passed than with the living too.
I found lovers.
Even in death, with the way the ground has eroded,
Their flat, on-ground gravestones
Seemed to be trying to come together
For a loving embrace,
Long after their time on earth expired.
I was listening to music.
The kind that makes the world come alive with words and art.
"Up and down escalators
Pennies in colder fountains
Elevators and half-price sales
Trapped in by all these mountains
"Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you changed from just one bite
I'd fight them all off just to hold you close and tight
"But does anyone notice
Does anyone care
And if I had the guts
To put this to your head
And does anything matter
If you're already dead"
My mind was bursting with appreciation for these people I'll never know.
But maybe we do know each other.
Quite well, actually.
I visit them when I can,
And I always feel at home.
Maybe it's because they want me to feel like that.
Maybe they welcome me.
Maybe.
Songs-
Early Sunsets Over Monroeville- My Chemical Romance
Radio Gaga- Queen
Behind The Sea- Panic! At the Disco
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Sam Glaspy's Poetry
PoetrySam Glaspy's sad and gay poetry about her stupid dumb life. Welcome to hell, loves! WE DID IT Y'ALL- #5 IN SYNESTHESIA AFTER ONLY TEN VOTES THAT REALLY TELLS YOU HOW LITTLE PEOPLE WRITE ABOUT IT BUT IM STILL PROUD OF US!
