Hello, friend, I’ve missed you
Come sit with me awhile
My heart’s in need of mending
And you always make me smile
We’ll talk about just anything
Forget life’s little pains
Tell me the stories you’ve told me before
I’ll hear them all over again
Come now, time is short and sweet
Already it passes away
Most likely you have somewhere better to be
But please; for a moment, stay
forever’s just a second
when the world won't give you a second
to just sit
and it's revolving
like a carnival ride, people getting on
people getting off
your feet swing but they can't quite
reach the floor
a safety in being here, in
being surrounded by those
spinning stars and the whirling
scenery and the song of the world
soaring, just for a moment
did you feel that - the brush of the trees no the ground beneath your feet
pent up in this primary colored funhouse
passing infinity and never getting the chance
to see it just a blink.
it's all so fast
it's all so infinite
it's all falling away - no it's falling towards you
or no, it's the thrumming of your own heart
it was never going to last
the spinning whirls by
cause it's up against an infinity of spirals
still, round and round and round
is it possible
that your mindnumbing go around - just a second in forever
could be just as long as
Sometimes, when the clouds are just dark enough, when the leaves of the trees shrivel to dust, when words evade my system like breath, the world ends. For even the briefest moment, I have doubts. Not the doubts of a supernatural being, or that my existence isn't meant to be, or about my impact on those around me. It carves deeper into my chest, leaves scars of damage over my mind and seeps into my soul.
I doubt that I am a writer.
Why bother to scrawl words over a page that no one will care about? What makes my thoughts, my internal stories that shut sleep from my eyes, any different from millions around the world? Selfish, naive. I am nothing but a dreamer, the one who trips before the race even starts, the one who dreams climb inside to sleep. Ideas find me and die. The world will never care. No one will ever know. My name will forever disintegrate with my youth and spring of ideas. They are nothing.
Then, the sun pokes over the horizon.
I sink into a chair and uncap my pen, and magic sparks sputter against the page as a new world unfolds. One where anyone is important, everyone has value, we all have a chance to make our dreams come true. And I know.
I am a writer.
listen to the chimes of the wind
as they sing to you
the bells of the whistles
every blossom every thistle sways to
The air senses you’re feeling down
The sun rains down to you tomorrow, smiling
Today is your day prove it to the
Bumble bees, green grasses, waterfalls cheering
It’s just another day, with an unbreakable stigma
Start of a routine, start of something exciting and new
As I walk into school, I imagine seeing couples kissing, holding heart-shaped cards and candy.
Instead, I'm seeing black and orange, ribbons being held to hearts.
The morning announcements confirm my suspicions:
"...Today is February 14th, Valentine's Day and anniversary of Parkland. Please take a moment of silence."
It has never been so quiet.
No one stands for the flag.
The silence perseveres with us.
Inspired by the stillness, I begin to write:
"Oranges and blacks
will not stop their bullets.
will not stop their silencers.
worth more than daughters and sons?"
Together we stayed,
As good as one.
A broken shape,
Yet still we run.
Views of mine,
Views of yours.
They swept the shores.
What is it for?
What could it mean?
You and I-
We are nothing.
From billions more.
Why should we try,
For this expanding world?
Just two people is all we were.
Thought we could change,
Those bitter words,
But nothing can stop,
This Earth’s turn.
And all youthful fantasies,
Never last forever.
The beautiful one
Old friends say
He isn’t the same
But true love
Out of the blue
Thinking of you
Time marches on
But they always
Left the light on
Out of the blue
It had to be you
Dust in the wind
Is all they had
I love you
It’s all for you
A new man inside
His destiny finds
A gold crown
I feel like
God only knows
When it will be
All the world
The Fallen Man
A man robbed of his kindness bestows cruelty.
A man robbed of his empathy bestows antipathy.
A man robbed of his laughter bestows sadness.
A man robbed of his dreams bestows nightmares.
A man robbed of his confidence bestows insecurity.
A man robbed of his skills bestows unemployment.
A man robbed of his bread bestows hungriness.
A man robbed of his clothing bestows nakedness.
A man robbed of his sight bestows blindness.
A man robbed of his hearing bestows deafness.
A man robbed of his limbs bestows impairment.
A man robbed of his wealth bestows poverty.
A man robbed of his freedom bestows slavery.
A man robbed of his liberation bestows incarceration.
A man robbed of his kingdom bestows homelessness.
A man robbed of his soulmate bestows loneliness.
A man robbed of his ray of light bestows darkness.
A man robbed of his principles bestows emptiness.
A man robbed of his essence of soul bestows alexithymia.
A man who has nothing left to be robbed of bestows detachment.
A man who has no reasons to live for bestows time.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man bestows him with freedom.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man bestows him with power.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man bestows him a title of The Enemy.
Humanity who no longer has control over a man should never FUCK with him.
For I am that Fallen Man!
Image: The Silent Warrior - Best of Mastodon 2018 Award.