Poetry and words
I see muddy feet from high tides,
My dreams still stuck in quicksand.
These waves are just my walls
Closing in,
The sounds of crashing
Just my heart beating
And…
This dark sky is only harsh
Reality reminders now.
Another night that still waits
In hope of tomorrow’s sun
Seems endless.
a.l.c
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A blue apricot sits ripe,
Among bananas, next to the lime,
Feeling over looked, just this time.
And maybe tomorrow,
Perhaps breakfast would be fine,
It will finally be noticed
And then it will die.
a.l.c
**Apricots are brightly colored and I don’t think anyone would usually think of an apricot as a representation of something timid, sad, or feeling down at all. I used a blue apricot(not moldy🙄🤦♀️) to represent outside vs inside of human emotion, feeling we are different than others and our need and desire to be amongst others and to be accepted there. “…and then it will die,” I was thinking of how we often desire to be accepted, but then we lose ourself to have that.
A lie that lives
Between two sighs,
It’s not much,
Except to you
and I.
While you say
That you will try,
My mouth smiles,
As my heart cries.
I know to you,
It’s never a lie…
but we both know,
Looking eye to eye,
Only a sad secret
Between you
and I.
a.l.c
Time passes before being noticed,
Only ordinary days come and go.
I feel sorry every sunrise
And hopeful every sundown.
Reaching for past things,
Not much matters
Now.
a.l.c
**I often find myself waking up and not doing the things I had said I would do the night before… the simple act of “not” doing things that can sometimes darken the whole day. Lucky us when we get to try again the next day.🌅🌄
Pink plastic chairs,
Our dolls curly hairs,
All set up, a tiny table,
Two little girls playing fables.
Now years have passed
And we have grown,
I often find myself sitting alone…
In my grown up adult home,
Remembering memories
And sipping tea,
Wondering how this came to be.
a.l.c
Another text read with regret,
Like lazy lines of lies
Or just a knife to the ear…
I hear a sound of death,
Too close and too soon.
How dare you take another
You forgot and left behind,
I will blame anything I can
To force the hurt out of my mind.
The thought that I could be alone,
When I thought I’d be first to die…
A selfish prayer I pray so selfless,
Please give me strength
To hold the weak,
I don’t want her to see me cry.
a.l.c
I often find myself
Down lost paths of thought,
Where I pick flowers
While I walk…
And sometimes
When the sun is out,
I walk further to the stream,
Then stop and toss some pebbles,
Throwing worries out for dreams.
Skipping stones
a.l.c
**Did you know skipping stones spend 100 times longer in air than they do on water? This is because air is about 780 times less dense than water, making very little impact to the flight of the rock. Like a skipping stone, many let their dreams only skim the surface of their reality, spending more time in air as thoughts in our heads.
Left crumpled, I sit alone,
Not quiet alone,
Just silent riot alone.
I try to think something
That feels better than this,
It doesn’t have to be good,
Just better than this.
But my mind just plays tricks
And it’s so good with its traps,
So I think of nothing,
But that’s something
I guess.
a.l.c
Again, I am left breathing stiff air…
Almost alone, warm sets on the horizon,
Another day turns dark from mourning.
How easily each day slips by me,
Falling away, betrayal at best.
I weep for light that has gone dim,
A star up in the night,
The last flicker before shut eye,
My heart beats with thunders roar…
I, the one thrown in the lions den,
Find a new strength with solace.
Both of us now majestic beasts,
Hermits cast out by feared notability.
I weave us two crowns.
a.l.c
Honestly,
I’m so full of secrets,
but only the happy kind.
I’m just too scared to share them,
Even just in my own mind.
And so…
Because I can’t speak up
I keep almost missing out,
Between our silly silence
As my brain begins to shout.
And so…
Time keeps passing by,
Though I remain still.
How can I expect a change
If I cannot find the will?
a.l.c
Stretched long by thoughts
Unable to be controlled,
I recoil in days lights,
Only hoping to be comforted
by nights shining stars.
The dark watches me struggle,
Maybe just giving tough love.
But I cry out for a friendly face
Or the softness of kind shoulders…
A silent siren, a muted warning,
Just an unheard intention
Forgotten by fear.
a.l.c
I am only another sad soul,
Left behind to whither.
Yes, I have bones that now are frail,
My courage weak
Or just average like middle.
I am only another girl
Or maybe just a woman
That has gone inside herself.
But my heart is big and warm and good,
Inside ribs that are have turned brittle.
I am only just another… soul,
Maybe just lost among the others.
Because I have thoughts
I think are small,
But for some reason still matter.
a.l.c
**I believe we exist both for ourselves and for others, by others I mean all living things including our earth. All life is connected and important. No one star lights up the night sky alone. It can be easy in a busy, crowded world to feel small or insignificant, but we don’t realize how important we actually are individually in the collective/universal mind.
A soft trail of sweet nothings,
Just things we barely said.
A flower bed of somethings,
Only things we sort of did.
Behind a lens blurred out
Like stars,
We kiss on foreheads,
Before showing our scars.
a.l.c
I call you out,
Another guilt filled line…
For us both.
Between clenched teeth
Lies surface upon chapped lips,
Still sealed with regret
Neither of us should have.
a.l.c
Easy it is to write it in white,
Soothing to read,
A positive ray of light.
But you over look the truth,
When you refuse to accept
The dark and the shadows
And the black of the night.
Now here we sit,
Me and my blue,
Next to you and your yellow lies.
But it’s all laid out in front of us,
So clearly in black and white.
a.l.c
**There is always black and white, light and dark in everything. I believe it’s important to be able to see all sides in everything, without judgment. We search for light and happiness and we run away from things that make us feel any less because we have already decided feeling any other way is unacceptable and uncomfortable. For many, it’s easy to embrace the light and difficult to look in the shadows, often denying its existence for our own comfort. This makes us miss out on experiencing all the parts of our spiritual human experience. We miss out on connections with others because we are unable to truly understand them when we refuse to see through their eyes. Don’t be afraid to see all sides, don’t be afraid to feel.
I worry these words will fail me,
As feeling mute becomes familiar.
I bite my tongue more than not,
Only to hold on to every thought.
How vaguely, dense words become
When left to sit turning stale,
Thought to fade out
The way night dims from day.
Stories in my throat
Speak up into my brain,
Where I shove all my secrets
And stupid shit I never say.
a.l.c
Stuck between fear and hope,
I look through shades too closed.
The sun does light up the sky,
But it will not light up your life
Unless you let it.
I hold my head up to the moon,
Eerie, but always silver tongued.
The one who said, “man in the moon,”
Must not have spent that much time
Just sitting, being, looking at you.
The comfort of human emotions,
The moon never discredits you.
In the dark of the night
She holds you with the stars…
She will still kiss your lips,
Even after seeing your scars.
a.l.c
A pin drops in an empty room,
Spiders scatter like demons.
Another home painted bare,
Another black ghosts
Lonely, vacant stare.
A house that echoes,
But never talks…
Still, around every corner
Silent, secrets knock.
A mad house, some called it,
So it was condemned
too soon.
I had so much hope
That got lost
In that one safe room.
a.l.c
You speak lies
Behind what you call
Honesty.
I tell the truth,
Hoping
You’ll know.
But so few words
May as well go
Unheard.
A voice muffled
by fear,
Is only words
Unspoken.
-a.l.c
Desperately I cling to anything
These child sized hands can grasp.
The rain has poured in now and
Tries to drown us in our own tears,
Our faces sore from light, soft cloth
That has turned rough and heavy.
Behind duct taped mouths
We burn skin trying to speak.
I try to remind myself
Eyes can still smile, but do they
If mouths aren’t seen?
Only more to wonder,
But less to be seen.
The thinkers are the curious,
The truth seekers,
What could it all mean?
-a.l.c
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