The maiden spins in her apron, twirling about with glee
Artifacts missing beyond the chamber,
The lady sighs with the thought of no worries
All of it belongs to a burning memory.
The beginning of the end starts
As the dreaded news filled the air and into the mind of the mistress,
The maiden longs for lasting memories to stay
As the woman gets closer to the twists and tangles of her forever fate.
The mind brings forth confusion and madness
The maiden stuck in repetition for eternity,
Events from mere seconds ago slip and fade from her deteriorating brain
Forever stirring her in endless despair.
Paintings lining the house become blurry and faint
The mirror that not even the maiden is familiar with,
You were always such an important person in my life
My top goal was to always please you,
To never look bad in your vision
All my efforts and I just keep failing in your eyes.
Maybe it's because I'm too sensitive
Unable to handle simple rejection,
A normal person could bear this much easily
but why not me?
Why was I cast with something unable to bear
What cruel god or goddess from above sought out this sickish joke,
The normal look down at the ones of same height
Only for one uncontrolled difference.
Day to day
With my people pleasing glass heart,
Thinking masks can heal my cracked wounds
Just for the appreciation I get from you.
I walk these cold streets,
through the fuses of light,
they glow on the concrete,
and kindle the night.
The rain on my glasses,
turn the tips into stars,
though a sudden hollowing vision,
of those rusty brown bars.
My father imprisoned,
my mother a grey stone.
I walk these cold streets,
I walk them alone.
I push myself through the pigeon hole,
a small, delicate dove forcing takeoff.
Once free, I climb up towards the clouds,
a gentle bird, gliding above the battlefields below.
It is almost silent up here,the sounds of gunfire and war are muffled.
Finally I can think,
I can be myself without the savages of war forcing change in my choices,
I spread my wings wide and glow as a white light in the sky.
Despite the harsh black smoke and moments of rain,
the air is clear. I can breathe.
Almost.
I was so close to flying through the forests of freedom,
so close to being my own bird.
Then I felt a racing bullet puncture my left wing.
The war turned silent.
My mind froze, my body numb, my stomach a ball of mush.
To me,
You are no longer human,
But words in the sand.
And when,
The tide comes in,
You disappear.
Poppies buried with,
The deceased we remember.
No white flags remain.
In cubicles
there are
no native
flowers
or birds
we only
have painted
toes & flying
haircuts.
In cubicles
there are no
swimming pools
or ponds
we only have
bottomless
bottles of
Well
Here I go again
And things were going so well for me
I thought I was over you
I though I was over your messy house
And your smelly dog
And your plain white t-shirts
Nope.
Well
Here we go again
With blushes and quiet stares
And laughing at jokes no one else understands
And me wishing
Wishing again
And again
And again
Do you remember the times you held my hand?
Or the visits we had?
Do you remember taking me places?
Or giving me gifts just because you can?
Do you remember all the hugs and kisses we gave?
I do.
You were here yesterday, but gone today.
I won't see tomorrow or the day after.
I won't see you for days, months, years.
I'll take a trip through a winding road just to visit you in memory lane.
See you then.
I am painted in various colors.
Bright and vibrant
hues painted on the outside of
my body.
All the tints of rich colors.
I am painted
with the colors of the rainbow
to cover up what lies
beneath my surface
The veins
painted with different
shades of red and insults.
My Brain
is painted with gray
and my indecisive emotions
and my insecurities
It's that day.
The day you were born.
A day that really has no meaning to me,
Or shouldn't, anyway.
This day you came into existence:
Few thousand days I actually knew.
And maybe a few dozen days later, when you left me broken down worse than when I met you.
I can suppress a lot of things about you:
Memories
The way you talked me up when I was down
How you found the happy in me
That you could see the flaws in me
As beautiful quirks.
Considering I can list them, I guess I'm not the best forgetting.
But i swear, this day is something that sticks in my brain like glue
A habit I didn't know I had.
I have a habit;
I'm really good at remembering people's birthdays.
I'll hear it once,
And there it is.
Stuck in my head forever.
Flows through the mind,
Aimlessly,
Without reason.
Yours,
It goes through my head.
I acknowledge it,
Know that it's yours,
And try to move on
It's just a birthday right?
But the memories cling to that,
the thoughts rush to my head,