Below my feet

Out the Blue.

I squandered my resistance,

for what? I don’t remember.

Fleeting pleasures, I reckon.

At the hands of strangers,

seeking acceptance from the ragged people

Cause the fine ones,

come with fine prints I can’t read.

The harder i squint the blurrier it gets.

I can feel it, something is off.

ahh,

I just wanna find peace.

It’s been too foreign to me,

buried below my feet.

I will dig them out, and sift the oddity

we will be whole, eventually.

I promise.

Dead eyes

Oh to have lived!

Can’t you see, we are nothing

Life is fleeting,

Right before your dead eyes.

Won’t you wake up?!

Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.

Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.

Speak to me

You are barely living

Tell me you want more

This too shall pass, I promise.

Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.

Remember when we lived life

The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.

This sadness is a chore, my friend

there are holes in all of us,

but we must carry on.

Thistles and burr

You are it!

I implore you to say

you are an artist, she said.

Cave your name on the surface of reality

Find your armor

Sharpen It,

Wear it fast against yourself

Protect it with such might

As seasons bring in new silhouettes of you

Some as harsh as a brutal winter

Some as joyous as the dawning of spring

Mistakes are bound to be made, but

forget not your greatest masterpiece,

Your heart.

See evil, Say no evil, Done evil

The name and pretense of virtue is as serviceable to self-interest as are real vices.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

The forbidden, no one speaks of it.

Not you, him or them

and neither will I.

We perfected the art of pretense.

If not spoken, then there isn’t life to it

Hence, did it really happen?

Peace of mind so foreign,

can barely remember when you had the luxury of its presence.

Your soul on the cross,

seasons after seasons,

living for your mistakes.


Hey! the celeste are calling, if fettered with a troubled soul

come forth and be gifted tranquility.

I present you this, time after time.

Walk away from your pride, I say.

Love your flaws.

Yet you cling on to the misery you call life.

I have to say, you are drying up

from the inside out, and its almost beautiful to watch

If it wasn’t familiar, dead eye.

As we dwell at the teat of the forbidden you forbade.

Written for Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Forbidden – October 11, 2022

Bliss

Its all fleeting!

It’s gone,

Packed it’s bag and took off without a goodbye.

Some people actually think it was a curse,

borderline stupid.

But I still want to bask in the bliss of my ‘former’ ignorance.

This self-awareness is very much a hindrance.

Slowly watching my mind becomes an enemy of itself, as it over analyze the smallest smirk.

Please tell me this eventually goes away!

I wanna stand here and whisper

As I should.

Go that way,

I will take the long way down

I will find my way around.

I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,

The dissonance is draining, so

Am going back in, into myself

Basking in my solitude, sublime!

It takes a while to come back out,

So don’t hold your breath.

Mantle

I can’t believe that I can’t believe it!

Dancing to my tune of rejection

Wrapped up in my internal dissension,

That I somehow ignored my insignificance.

Now, I know am only passing through

Hurts, cause I made in you a mantle.

Had it almost,

Now I do believe am only passing through.

What to say and what I really mean,

“Imagine them, Compare to you”

Am I over thinking things again?

Will I gain courage for the truth?

Maybe, cause where my heart is there is never a home.

I think I wanna be alone now!