I don't even know why I'm still Blogging on here. I love it.
I Love writing and hoping someone will read it.
Read me.
Taste this on your soul.
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Don't Judge a Poem By it's Length
It's 10:30, and it's cold.
tree's grow from the sky down.
into the cold, cold dirt.
securing its daily bread from the clouds,
and its roots digging deep underground
out of eyereach of the sun.
Searching secretly,
Searching for something the clouds don't offer.
Something even the birds won't chatter about.
It's 10:45, and it's dark.
the sidewalk is one long piece.
no risk of breaking mom's back.
It doesn't even curve.
THE NIGHT IS SO DARK,
your hand can't see your face right in front of it.
darkness so thick you can't blink.
you can't close your eyes
and tell yourself it's all fake.
This is real.
It's 10:59, and i am drifting.
if this were a dream,
I would be happy.
Walking aimlessly
I AM A ZOMBIE,
minus the dead part.
Or am I?
I hear a tear slide down my face,
like a lightning bolt strikes earth.
grass dies where I step
but with less enthusiasm.
Leaves Crunch under my heavy step,
but without the satisfaction
It's 11:00 and the street lamps just went out.
It's impossible but,
it's darker and colder than before.
I AM FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS.
only it's like razorblades now.
more dead than the zombie I may or may not be.
No more nonsense.
Time to give up.
Time to leave.
I guess I'll just lay here awhile.
and sleep.
It's 6:00, and I wake up.
It's cold and dark still,
but they're loose like,
big shoes.
the grass still hurts.
BUT I'M HEALING.
Like a lizard that loses it's tail.
I am getting up.
I'm standing now.
It's 6:15, and I smell birds chirping
I've been standing for awhile now.
I take a first step,
like a toddler,
and it hurts.
but it's the opposite direction as before.
AND IT IS GOOD PAIN.
the kind that hurts really bad.
then goes away really fast
like stubbing your toe.
It's 6:30, and it's not dark anymore.
The sun is singing off in the distance,
and the birds are singing back.
I'M WALKING ON A TRODDEN PATH NOW,
warmth seeping into me
like a new tea bag, freshly steeped.
I see fresh footprints.
in the same direction I am going.
And I see her in the distance.
It's 6:45, and my steps are confident
I walk a little faster than the girl,
I will catch up to her someday.
but there are flowers blooming,
and new smells wafting,
and there is light.
light inside of me.
that is also blooming.
The Sun looks down on me comfortably
like a stream in the shade.
AND I AM STRONG.
tree's grow from the sky down.
into the cold, cold dirt.
securing its daily bread from the clouds,
and its roots digging deep underground
out of eyereach of the sun.
Searching secretly,
Searching for something the clouds don't offer.
Something even the birds won't chatter about.
It's 10:45, and it's dark.
the sidewalk is one long piece.
no risk of breaking mom's back.
It doesn't even curve.
THE NIGHT IS SO DARK,
your hand can't see your face right in front of it.
darkness so thick you can't blink.
you can't close your eyes
and tell yourself it's all fake.
This is real.
It's 10:59, and i am drifting.
if this were a dream,
I would be happy.
Walking aimlessly
I AM A ZOMBIE,
minus the dead part.
Or am I?
I hear a tear slide down my face,
like a lightning bolt strikes earth.
grass dies where I step
but with less enthusiasm.
Leaves Crunch under my heavy step,
but without the satisfaction
It's 11:00 and the street lamps just went out.
It's impossible but,
it's darker and colder than before.
I AM FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS.
only it's like razorblades now.
more dead than the zombie I may or may not be.
No more nonsense.
Time to give up.
Time to leave.
I guess I'll just lay here awhile.
and sleep.
It's 6:00, and I wake up.
It's cold and dark still,
but they're loose like,
big shoes.
the grass still hurts.
BUT I'M HEALING.
Like a lizard that loses it's tail.
I am getting up.
I'm standing now.
It's 6:15, and I smell birds chirping
I've been standing for awhile now.
I take a first step,
like a toddler,
and it hurts.
but it's the opposite direction as before.
AND IT IS GOOD PAIN.
the kind that hurts really bad.
then goes away really fast
like stubbing your toe.
It's 6:30, and it's not dark anymore.
The sun is singing off in the distance,
and the birds are singing back.
I'M WALKING ON A TRODDEN PATH NOW,
warmth seeping into me
like a new tea bag, freshly steeped.
I see fresh footprints.
in the same direction I am going.
And I see her in the distance.
It's 6:45, and my steps are confident
I walk a little faster than the girl,
I will catch up to her someday.
but there are flowers blooming,
and new smells wafting,
and there is light.
light inside of me.
that is also blooming.
The Sun looks down on me comfortably
like a stream in the shade.
AND I AM STRONG.
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