Your healing lips mend my broken eyes but I'm comatose from your lullabyes.
We're naming shooting stars and although the world is ours,
I'm too scared to ask where we are for fear of being lost.
Stuck, fixed, but with ambition beyond my power.
I'm burdened with my wide open thoughts in such enclosed spaces.
If I chose to describe myself, my feelings, objectively...
...I'd liken them and me to the old adage of big fishes in small ponds.
Not doing it justice...cliches and mottos will only go so far.
Maybe if I could put a whale in a teardrop it would ring truer.
I can imagine myself like a toy on the shelf, the one with the biggest smile and the lowest price,
...but no one wants a used item, do they?
I'm going cheap now, everything must go.
Eyes slightly faded, heart badly damaged.
I come with an adjustable smile, if you want me to.
Thought for sure this time that the chains had said goodbye.
Curse the devil for only letting me have some slack,
Then giving me wings to fly before tugging me down to Earth.
Face in the dirt, rise to feet, hands to face to mend the bruises.
What can I do but walk further?
Down the concrete road to nowhere.
Soon I'll be just another layer of white in Heaven.
The Last Toy On the Shelf.
Please, hear me out...you're what it's all about.
Actions have reactions and they also speak louder than words.
I can't swim across the sea of uncertainty now that you abandoned the support boat.
My muscles are tired and my skin is damaged, the sharks keep taking pieces.
Now I'm just a floating heart.
I'll regenerate in time, like some amphibious creature.
Time crashes down like the waves, and we're not getting any drier.
Or younger.
So make a change before the current drags you under.
Better to drown for something than swim for nothing.
No, you're not maliciously at fault for my demise.
Not to say you couldn't have prevented it, with but a little compassion.
Just a touch of reason.
The day has dawned that I have to reach shore.
No longer can I stay in this liquid confusion.
As I row toward a lone island, I see a figure in the water.
Swimming in the sea of uncertainty, as I'm all too familiar with.
Now as my boat glided passed the ever tiring swimmer, I felt a bolt of regret...
...I never thought that you'd be the one swimming.
Land ahoy, life abound.
Remember precious: I'll always be around, but I forgot to bring a liferaft big enough for two.
So please don't blow the whistle when you're out of your depth.
Drown for me.
Swimmers and Sailors.
If they seem a little weird it's because they're supposed to go with music but I figured I'd post anyway.
I didn't really mean it in a derogatory manner - despite the 'but' - merely that I was recognising what those feelings are. A discription, if you will...
Anyway, it's more interesting than most of the 'poetry' being typed around here...
__________________ Come, my child...Your life begins here...
Gender: Female Location: every which way but loose
AC, 'Swimmers and Sailors' touched me as I reached the line starting; 'Remember precious:', I literally fled back up to the top and read the entire thing again. It was like, upon reaching that particular line, everything fell into place and I had to read it all again to confirm my realisation
This;
The day has dawned that I have to reach shore.
No longer can I stay in this liquid confusion.
As I row toward a lone island, I see a figure in the water.
Swimming in the sea of uncertainty, as I'm all too familiar with.
Now as my boat glided passed the ever tiring swimmer, I felt a bolt of regret...
...I never thought that you'd be the one swimming.
Land ahoy, life abound.
Remember precious: I'll always be around, but I forgot to bring a liferaft big enough for two.
So please don't blow the whistle when you're out of your depth.
Drown for me.
... is fantastic. Completely blown away buddy, the last two lines are so spot on, I almost felt the decision (to look after yourself first after too long thinking of someone else) being made. Apart from having an obvious talent, I have to say well done for getting to this point personally
I can't/won't tell you if you're on target with the interpretation because I like people to get out of it whatever they want, that's what I've always loved about expressive art. Be it music or poetry.
Two more:
The more I look into you, the more I forget what I look like.
Who am I to you?
Nothing but a grain of sand in the largest desert of your head.
Don't tell me I matter, or that I'm noticed. You only see me when I'm neon bright.
Yeah you see me when I'm bright but when my shine is gone, where are you then?
Where are you then?
I'm not shining now, I'm watching you from the dark.
You look so beautiful but maybe....
....maybe I caught you in the right light.
Turn the lights off please, because while you bathe,
I'm cautious of glow upon my skin.
I don't need it you see, I'm not like you in that respect at least.
You are "you", under the lights.
Then you ARE you in the darkness.
But me? I'm me in light and darkness.
I always knew you could work magic, I always knew you were a star.
You're a magician who's run out of tricks.
Now saw me in half in your box of lies.
I'm split in two but you're the one in pieces.
Funny how things work out.
So the sand becomes the desert and the desert becomes the sand.
There you go, into the past.
Be careful as you leave, if you trip you might be brought to Earth....
....and find out you're not so strong after all.
So as I sit and watch, I realise one thing.
You were the prettiest mirage I ever saw.
"The Magician's Assistant".
Knock on the door all you like old man. I'm not opening the lock.
So go where your work is needed and collect from those in debt to you.
Don't include the ones exempt.
You think I am under your power because you wear a uniform?
Because you carry out a task?
If so then apparantly that hood has become a veil. Blinding you from what reality you are in.
You'll get nothing from me coz nothing's owed.
And don't even begin to think that I'm coming with you.
I am the fox wounded beast, yet every bit as rabid at this point.
Almost through the door now, I'm waiting here with claws unsheathed.
Try and take me if you dare, every part of me will resist.
I've got alot of questions.
So is it coincidence that you've got a lot to answer for?
I see the door swing open, your frame fills the entrance.
Come and get me!
One will stand and one will fall.
The biggest mistake you ever made...
...was confusing "down" with "out".
Let's play...
Let's play...
Let's play...
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