Maybe they’re right.
Maybe perfection is attainable.
Maybe I’m the farthest thing from it.
Maybe there is a “perfect time,”
Or a “perfect girl.”
But maybe they’re wrong.
Maybe there’s no standard.
Maybe everybody has somebody.
Maybe our “perfect time” is every second that we spend waiting for it.
Maybe you have imperfections,
And maybe I do too.
But maybe, just maybe, that’s ok.
The nightmares are starting to return.
Sleep is lost in the hours I’ve spent suppressing them;
Holding back the monsters bursting through the darkness.
They seep into my brain,
Leaving bombs in my memories.
The countdown is unknown,
But the explosion is inevitable.
Widespread chaos will infiltrate every corner of my mind.
The blast can be heard for miles..
The pain and grief will eventually subside,
And in their place comes a series of aftershocks.
Each slightly less painful than the last.
Until, one day, when sleep will again find me.
But that day is not today.
Life is changing like the seasons.
Constantly renewing a world beginning to stagnate.
Holding on to the last shreds of character left to define it.
The sky gets dark;
The leaves fall;
The wilderness retreats.
But the world will keep spinning…
The days will pass,
The tides will change.
And without fail:
The sky will brighten;
The leaves will grow new;
And the wilderness will return.
Life is changing like the seasons
And with it I am reborn.
The night was dark.
The woods we walked through together left no sign that we would live to see morning.
Into the echoes, hand-in-hand, we endured.
We lived to sunrise.
Engulfed in your presence, we spent the day living like it would never end.
Our love seemed like the only thing that mattered.
Until the sun started to set.
Until you walked back into the woods to save the next helpless girl.
Until you uttered a solemn “take care” and left me to watch you walk away
Like nothing mattered.
I just wish I hadn’t walked back into the woods….
Lost and defeated
Like a bottle to sea
Conveying a message of emptiness.
An empty vessel
To wash ashore.
To take someone’s breath away
Return a message of hope
I need it to matter.
The annual burn has fallen upon us.
Our people are beginning to perish.
The fire will take them, and down they’ll fall
And there our people lay;
Their bodies will dry as the moisture drains,
And there the dead lay;
The others will come invade our lands
And walk all over our hallowed tomb.
And there the shriveled lay;
Now the western wind blows over us
And as tradition goes,
Their bodies and souls will lift from our grounds
And the crumpled will cease to lay.
When the tide is high,
And the current is strong,
It’s easy to lose hope.
It’s easy to give in to the dark
And accept the suffocating cold water.
It’s easy to lose sight of your dreams
And everyone you love.
But when have you ever taken the path most traveled?
The water isn’t trying to take you,
You’re giving yourself to the water.
And darling, the water doesn’t deserve you.
My master made me with love and care
To replace his broken doll.
his eyes are my eyes.
His ears, my ears.
Everything he thinks, I think.
His feelings are mine.
His breath keeps me alive.
Our hearts beat in sync.
And all it took for him to get the strings in my back,
Was to take all my strength.
So he parades me around, night after night.
But he made it clear I was never his favorite.
I try to cut one string at a time.
Try to find the strength he drained.
And now, as I twirl in midair,
I just need to cut
These bars don’t just hold me back.
They put me on display.
Dignity is lost.
Everything I was has vanished.
Day by day, bit by bit, I lose my strength.
And day by day, bit by bit, I become resilient.
There’s nothing left to fight for,
And that is why I must keep going.
No, these bars don’t just hold me back.
These bars set me free.
The world walks on
Through blinding light
Because if that doesn’t take it
The darkness might.
The world, it feels, it cries, it grieves
For everyone that is lost.
But its job is to turn, and turn it will
For that is time’s cost.
The world, it’s strong. It goes on and on.
Without stopping to catch its breath.
For it know if it does, we wouldn’t go on
It would bring us death.