I sit In the grass and stare at the stars
the grass rubbing my stomach and the wind singing a song of peace
I stare at the stars alone, wondering, hoping, living
the voice of the trees and breeze tell me stories
stories of whisky dreams of a life long forgotten
and of memories too painful to bear
I don’t know why it doesn’t hurt now
The dreams, The memories….
maybe it’s the darkness…
It’s cold embrace I’ve stayed in for so long
But now staring at these stars… so beautiful and bright…
I wonder… Why can’t I reach?
I extend my arm and still… I can’t reach them…
I hear their voices so beautiful, telling me to come back…Comeback!
As I try, I cry
Crystal tears begin to roll down my eyes
then once again, I feel the darkness’s warm embrace
as it pulls me into its arm and whispers sweet nothings
as it protects me from misery and shrouds my memory…
I feel tired…
And I wonder, When will the moon come back to get me
Just as it would for the sun?
My arm has fallen…The stars have deafened…
In darkness’s hands I stare at my wings…
Broken, tattered, useless.
I don’t even hear the voices anymore…
not even a distant echo
Only the soft breeze of trees,
Whispering me the stories of my life
The Dreams… The memories that have made me.
It’s almost sounds peaceful now…
even the ones full of fear
I wish I could touch them… Those lights…
But for now I’ll sleep…maybe when I awake the moon will come…
or finally after all these years… The sun might finally return,
I close my eyes, Darkness surrounds me, I sleep,
I dream.
Heres a poem for you guys, If you know me you’ll know what its about.
There once was a woman
who stunk of smoke and laid in bed with blue eyes
within those eyes, was a ocean
a deep dark vast ocean,
at the bottom laid a coral garden, named soul
soul glowed like the city of Atlantis
lighting up the vast ocean
and as vast as the ocean was, it kept pushing,pushing,pushing
to keep the ocean lit, as long as it could
The woman who smelled of smoke has three kids
all experiencing what their eyes are not ready for
But woman of smokes kindness turned it into wisdom
But alas, sickness limited her power of kindness
and kept many of her dreams away
but still she kept pushing,pushing,pushing
The woman who stunk of smoke lived happy
even in sickness, even in pain, even when hated
because she knew, no matter what, she was loved
by knowing this soul grew brighter
and kept pushing,pushing,pushing
so everyone could have a brighter day
The woman of smoke never judged
even when said to in meanest term
she just planted a coral in their lives
hoping they will take it and allow it to flourish to
then someday allow them to glow and light up their, and other peoples lives
and this made soul grow brighter
The stars looking down from the vast endless universe
looked and saw something estatic
A bright light, brighter than any star
but it was in the ocean
so in the night the stars visited the woman
and told her of her time
they brought her out of the ocean
and put her in the sky
where she joined the stars
lighting up the dark sky
Now with soul out of the ocean
all there is is darkness
except a small light
the corals that where planted in others
where still left behind
and now slowly grow brighter
carrying on her endless story of kindness and love
keeping everyone dear pushing,pushing,pushing
for the dream of a brighter day
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