i've always been a horse of a different color.
more of an entirely different species, really
sometime i wonder "am i real?" perhaps this is all
just a complicated dream. what then, is anything worth, is anything for
does anything in the world matter anymore...?
but
the sunflowers bloom in the corner of my eyes
and songs are being sung without any words at all
and sometimes things are so beautiful i want to cryand so there must be
a reason. for all.... all of this
for all of you and you and you
out there, living, breathing, being, falling down and scraping your knees and mother
picking you up and slapping on a band aid cos
hey, buck up kid, no one ever said this was gonna be a cakewalk.
and tears sometimes too; when i want to hold you so bad that
my fingers shudder at the emptiness
and my dreams make reality ache - and -and -
i can't help but just feel so useless in the rain.
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erratic freeverse in attempts to make the shadows lift.
it isn't working
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1 comment:
WOW! You are an amazing writer of poetry. If you don't know what you are going to be when you grow up, you should right poetry or stories.
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