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Looking past reality unto the horizon
I watch the waves crashing down
And the sun bleed golden tears across the blackened ocean
As the mistress moon watches below
--Sweet satisfaction plays in her eyes--
While the sun collapses beneath the water’s edge.
Peel away the chipped paint—
Show me the one I used to know
--Show me your hushed colors
(Even if I’m only black and white..)
--The mirror chants these words to me—even seeing through only broken eyes.
Sing to me a song of the stars
--An eternity of color beneath the quiet blackness
--A curtain of my past—
You paint my world white
--Renew the purity they had stolen—locked away
And give me a pallet of choices
Blue, purple, green—
(Freedom, creativity, strength)
Red, yellow, pink—
(Passion, spirit, love)
--So many more splatter upon my empty canvas
As I set my past paintings ablaze.
Words of despair lie before me
--Scribbles in the sand
Waves of contentment walk along them
--Each step silencing—erasing—
They’re gone.
It’s done.
--Over.
Still a whisper will remain,
Lingering till morning’s break
Before pulling me back from the present—
Frozen in time—memories
So stationary to me
And your hand fixed upon my waste
A sledgehammer of emotion thrust—your spare hand guiding its path
Concrete defenses smashed—
While the porcelain of my skin remains untouched
(The skin you forced upon me.)
Welcome to my life.
Soap scum rings the bathtub
Contaminated bog water filters through the drain
Overflowing—
Pouring into the fountains,
Now polluted air fills the sky with its deadly gasses
--Filling minds of little ones as they rest their heads—lost from reality—misplaced
Without a chance to fight back—gagged
As society molds them
Into harsh, selfish, humans
--People like you.
Lead me to the place we first met—
So many nightmares remain there
Your eyes locked on mine
--Pulling me into the deepening water
Magnetic is your gaze
Almost hypnotizing—
You place my hand in yours—leading me deeper—farther
Before taking both hands and placing them around my neck
--Squeezing—tightening—
I’m still just a possession in your eyes—one easily broken
No.
Think again.
I push you under this time—
Walk away still hungry for revenge
You won’t get away with it again.
A sweet tune plays—
Mesmerizing—
It brings back the dreams I locked away
The music box opened--bringing memories of childhood loves—
A forgotten garden—
Roses stretching across the deserted hopes I once acquired
As they climb to the sky
Still the ballerina stands stiff
Almost as if afraid to face what is beyond the familiar
Instead dancing in circles for eternity.
 angel08 · Thu Oct 21, 2004 @ 07:11pm · 0 Comments |
