Monthly Archives: September 2014

Drift

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I stop and take a look at the world

In wonder.

I

Take a deep breath.

 In that little moment

I

Believe I might turn into

Stardust,

Or

Glowing

Moonlight,

And drift away.

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No Going Back

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You thought you could keep yourself locked up inside.

Hidden from love.

Hidden from life.

But that was when you were with the others.

Before.

When you were kept from the warmth of the sun

And the caress of the moon.

Now,

You have opened your eyes.

Now,

You have tasted love,

Tasted life.

You ran against the forces

Within yourself

And won.

It has begun

And there is no going back.

No Good

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I

Place my feet on the floor.

One step at a time,

I make it to the door.

The ghosts in my mind try to tell me

It’s no good.

I’m no good.

Back to square one.

Wonder what I would have done

Differently.

But it’s no good.

I’m no good.

I have never thought

I was any good.

I got so far.

I got so close.

How was I to know

Those words you spoke out loud

Would leave me trampled

In the crowd

Of

Ghosts

In my mind.

In my bed.

They are punishing me in my head.

And now I am trying to remember what it is you told

Me

I

Had done that made

Me

This way.

No good.

Tangible Evidence

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Transparent

Glass beads

Litter the floor.

The only tangible evidence

Of a conversation

Gone bad.

If you look down

Upon entering the room

Your eyes might catch a glimpse of them.

 You might step on them

Unexpectedly.

Most likely,

I imagine,

You will just pick them up and feel

Their smoothness on your skin

As you marvel at their

Brilliance,

The way others always have.