The voices they call me
Luring me into endless sleep
As I stand upon the tower
Where I spend many an hour
Surrounded by the winter torrents
That cuts so sharply into my skin
As I bleed, my blood of ripe-cherries
A storm is brewing
For my demons are unleashing
Their rage upon my sanity
As I stand upon the tower
Getting weaker by the hour
Surrounded by the Autumn wind
That threatens to blow me away
Into the black abyss
That opens up around me
Only the tower left
An island of my sanity
As I stand upon the tower.
Spilling Ink
Writing is the painting of the voice.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Monday, August 1, 2016
I'm Seen As
I’m Seen As
I’m seen as an eagle, majestic and proud
But I am a wolf, silent and smart
They say I’m solid, unmoving and mean
But really I’m gas, translucid and unseen
The police think I’m burden, heavy and wrong
But I know I’m justice, resistant and strong
My friends think I’m orange, outgoing and loud
But I know I’m burgundy, deep and unexplored
People think I’m Saturn, big and well known
But I’m more like Pluto, small and scorned
I’m seen as a child, unknowing and wrong
But I know I’m a warrior, because I’m still standing strong.
Friday, July 29, 2016
Poor Little Alice
Thursday, July 28, 2016
To: Future Me
TO: FUTURE SELF By: Jiya and Amaya
Dear future me,
I want to give you a box
A box filled with hope
The hope you left behind
To share with others
I want to show you the monster
That hid under my bed
While I hid under my covers in fright
Now I wonder, did he ever want a friend
I want to give you a pair of wings
Beautiful angel wings
Wings that will fly you out of hell
I want to hand you my dad’s guitar
That he played on every night
Strumming the melody
That made my mother cry
I want to pass you the locket
That mom wears near her heart
So that even when she’s gone
We will never be apart
I want to hand you a sunset
Off the golden coast
Sinking into the waves
Disappearing to give way to the moon
I want to sing you the moonlight
Of the middle of the night
A calming melody
Resounding with soft meaning
I want to take you on my childhood daydreams
Of faraway planets
That I dreamed to adventure
Only my shadow for company
I want to give you a key,
The key to unlock yourself
Free yourself from the chains
That hold you in place
The last thing I’ll send you
Is the laughter of my little sister
Heart light and free of sin
And that is the last thing I’ll send you
Maybe, just maybe
I won’t send you these things.
But I’ll send you this letter
So you know that
Nobody can give you these things
For yours they already are
Sincerely,
MEhttp://jiyaabstractmind.blogspot.com/
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