Remember when You took me to see the Sequoias. We stood at opposite ends and s t r e t c h e d. You said you could tell how old it was By the number of spirals on the inside. You said our love would live so long, It would put that ancient Sequoia to shame. But all I can think of now is how We might as well plant our own tree In the space growing between us.
I remember her as a loving woman She smelled of peppermint and silk Her hair was always perfect Never a curl out of place. Her hands were soft and warm Always there to hold. But after he died, And rose to meet the stars face to face, A part of her died too. I don’t know where it disappeared to, But peppermint was soon replaced by Smoke and liquor.
You told me it was too late. You told me I couldn’t change. Stuck in my old ways, too afraid to try. But I was hit by a ball of fire. I was slammed into the wall. I was pushed in front of the mirror. Forced to confront the demons That were staring right at me. Before, I would run. Before, I would hide. But things have changed. I’ve been awakened. I’m ready to be the daughter she deserves. I’m ready to be the friend they deserve. But mostly, I’m ready to just BE.
Good and bad; Black and white Speaking, feeling, hearing, and sight Two negatives make a positive but Two wrongs don’t make a right
It’s a Dualistic attack gone out of control, Me vs. you, light vs. dark, and body vs. soul. But if we could go back to when life was life, not the opposite of death, maybe we’d be better off as a whole.
The world is being consumed by fires of greed, Ravaged by flames of red and gold violence Eating up lives in it’s attempt to cross the globe. Destroyed by lovers scorned and forgotten morals Tearing apart families, one secret tryst at a time. Charred by words of heated discussions, Burning down bridges faster than they’re built. The world is quickly becoming engulfed in hate But I have a way out of this raging inferno, A ladder at the edge of the world Where it leads to, I don’t know, But I can only hope it’s better than this.
She’s the beauty of the town Her smile puts the sun to shame And I want to bottle her laughter Not to sell it; just to keep it for myself. She has the entire town wrapped So tight around her little finger. And yet she is forever alone And that is why I’m sending her this note of all my love and dreams In a glass bottle, down the stream.
I’m the freak of the town Are my strange harlequin eyes to blame? Is it that I rarely talk, but sing instead? I’ve given up trying to figure it out. So I just go on living life in this little town Pretending not to notice their eyes On me as I walk home alone . And when I find bottles in the river I throw them back and down the stream they go. illiteracy: one; love life: zero.
Door already unlocked, already open, waiting for me. Muffled voices, echoing footsteps, rising anxiety. Your voice, Where is she? Why isn’t she here? I don’t know, I don’t know, he screams in fear. My palms sweat, through my mind every thought races Why are you here, of all the times, of all the places? I think you heard me, my thoughts so loud in my head. I hear you laugh, filling my heart with the deepest dread. Pulled from my temporary sanctuary, out into the light. Anger, madness, and sorrow in your eyes, a scary sight. How could you do it? How could you just pick up and leave? I just needed to. Then I see it, hidden in your sleeve. Not hidden anymore, but pointed to my face, then hers. It’s either him or me. You can’t choose. Your vision blurs. It’s like when we were young, a game of chance. The fire in your eyes flashes from me to him, a bloodthirsty dance. It consumes us all until you can’t take it any more. A gun fires. A scream. A body falls. Blood on the floor.