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I am alone
walk through the field of roses and faith and pure white snow
the tracks I leave are covered by only the purest
only the most lightest of flakes
The sodium colors the light I breathe and I look at the flight
There is a face in the swirling snow
a presence on the edge of my vision
I try to focus my eyes and something gives way
becomes loose
I can feel the the gravity with the irresistible song
I pull away but fall in love with the notes
feel my existence unravel and fall into the melody
become a part of the notation singing in harmony with the tune not in any earthly key
Against the loving touch in the wind and the commands of the mark on my forehead
I grasp reality and bite down on my tongue again and again and again
until my mouth fills with blood
and I choke, and close my eyes
and then I am falling down crying, sobbing, choking
screaming my denial at the infinity that is no longer there
after the silence I am alone
empty
free to live and sing and love
and that is what I do
I go on, living and singing and loving
but I know that when the morning comes
nothing will ever be the same again
walk through the field of roses and faith and pure white snow
the tracks I leave are covered by only the purest
only the most lightest of flakes
The sodium colors the light I breathe and I look at the flight
There is a face in the swirling snow
a presence on the edge of my vision
I try to focus my eyes and something gives way
becomes loose
I can feel the the gravity with the irresistible song
I pull away but fall in love with the notes
feel my existence unravel and fall into the melody
become a part of the notation singing in harmony with the tune not in any earthly key
Against the loving touch in the wind and the commands of the mark on my forehead
I grasp reality and bite down on my tongue again and again and again
until my mouth fills with blood
and I choke, and close my eyes
and then I am falling down crying, sobbing, choking
screaming my denial at the infinity that is no longer there
after the silence I am alone
empty
free to live and sing and love
and that is what I do
I go on, living and singing and loving
but I know that when the morning comes
nothing will ever be the same again
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
Reminders of the past
random moments
taking me back in time
the scent of you
the way you looked at me
watched me walk away
let me go
despite the desire
to hold on forever
transported to that moment
a split second
and everything comes flooding back
the feel of you
against me
the way my heart raced
when you were near
a wound
so suddenly
overwhelmingly
fresh
despite
the years
the others
so much
in between
all it took
was that random moment
and i'm split open
again
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I love this a lot. I also like "screaming my denial at the infinity that is no longer there". I'm curious what precisely it's about, as far as allegorical purposes go.