teachthegirl
I want to run
but my legs won't take me
I want to fly
but my mind fights against me
tethered, grounded,
incomplete
I'd flee my fate
if it meant release
It took a while to be noticed
longer still to be well known;
still, it was nice to be mentioned
before they tore me from my throne
"Down, the vile disbeliever!"
"She's not worthy for her crown!"
perhaps there was some truth to it
but it all but cut me down
Lurking in the shadows
finding light in places unseen;
for now I was a phantom
a shell of who I've been
But I'll build up my strong image
from the dashed hopes of my past
for when they force you into madness,
you'll pray it doesn't last
Hollering at sunlight
dancing rainbows in the street
I may not be on high anymore,
but I'm the best person you'll meet.
It's time for a Serious Face.
Don't smile, don't smirk, don't blink or nod
or sneeze, or burp or hiccup, cough;
and you'd better not divert your eyes
through fear of losing your Nobel Prize,
it's systems go, you're one hundred percent
ready for the limelight, you are heaven sent
with purpose, poise and justly cause
don't ever laugh, it's rude because
it's serious business, in this modern of times
even within simple literary rhymes...
I will not give up
I will give my all;
if only to watch myself fly
when other's would see me fall
on my honor,
I will achieve that which they have said I cannot
because I want to soar higher
than I ever believed possible
because belief in myself
is the only true test
of my soul.
It drips gold
warm and inviting
bathes me in kisses
touches my skin
with delicate droplets
of my own lifesources;
I'll miss the summer
when the snow falls
and takes away
my very being.
Dark, gray skies with pale moonlight
that softened even the ugliest of faces
as the cackles leaped from smoky billows
and shadows paraded across the dusk;
she gave no heed to the passing raven
as he settled lightly upon her shoulder
and joined her laughter with his calls
giving rise to the smoke of the fire;
some day they'd understand her plight -
for now they'd have to accept her calls
to the other-world of which she cherished
from this earthly realm.
My head space, crowded
my thoughts divided
cant choose between the feelings provided;
either I rise up and face them
or I let them embrace me
and neither feels like an acceptable choice, honestly...
I'm tired, tripped up
stumbling on thoughts and words in run on sentences
where one thought would form, another would too
until there were so many lines to my thought process
that I could no longer connect the dots
I snapped
somewhere along the lines of needing resolve
and needing absolution
I lost the parts of me that were perfectly broken
perfectly okay pieces of me that I thought were shards in other peoples memories;
and I tossed them away, like fragments of someone else
when it was really all along...just me.
She decided it wasn't worth her time
to be neat and proper - diving face first into each day
with scraped knees and tangled hair;
life was too short to play by the rules.
It was more than just learning how to tackle each new task
it was the opportunity to learn more from the learning itself.
Just go, just go
don't think, just move
the forces beyond your imagination
are at work for a grander plan
than you've ever been able to conceive.
Don't fret, don't worry
just move along
day by day, week by week
inch by inch we find that which drives us
and allow it to continue to move us
in the direction of our dreams.
She took away the grasses, replaced them with the brush
brambles, weeds and thorns grew from just a single touch
and although her heart was withered, there grew a single flower
not elegant or beautiful, but with tremendous power;
for that bloom was a simple notion, a single thought set free
that once her garden was swallowed, it would also be a tree
and those two grew together and drank up all the sun,
for their wish was eternity with the other one.
(You are my tree. I'm trying to be your flower.
Give me a lifetime, I'll grow beside you forever.)
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