i wish you called.
i had my eyes open the entire night, watching the minutes pass.
by sunrise i realized i had only prepared myself to be exhausted for the rest of the day.
not that it was of any importance.
the occurrences of the planet played out,
those who spoke used only that of which they ever do to speak – shadows.
acknowledgement is all they seek.
who am i to not indulge them.
they are just like me – afraid, tortured and alone.
the acceptance of their hidden presence only validates this.
but i simply wanted that which any one person does.
to hear your voice and to fill my mind with your words.
but here i stand.
awake with the sun.
counting the moments when it is suitable for me to send my voice to you.
i wish you called.
locale
pack your bags
it’s time to go
you’ve been here
long enough
havent you taken
enough
the town sees you
for what you are
kind eyes only
can save you
from inevitable
rejection
don’t you understand
what’s at stake
if you stay here
for another year
limbo is just
another word
that keeps you
content
leave now
for your own
sanity
your own
redemption
adolescence
I have always had a sense that we are all pretty much alone in life, particularly in adolescence.
– robert cormier
greater good
is it my heart (or yours) that feels pain when we don’t see eye to eye. when the words that we speak (or yell) ignite fire inside to burn us out.
while my skin tingles (and your body warms) on the thought of being forever torn apart inside from restlessness and confusion.
i’ll give up and give out (the answer to our problems) remedies and blown out excuses to cover up mistakes i made in my mindset.
ease up on me (or break me anew) again, i can’t stand to fight my own demons without you pointing out their flaws.
terrors
when you wake from nightmares into the morning, what keeps your sanity in check?
do the visions you see when your eyes are closed, not haunt your daily maneuvers in the light?
surely the screams you hear when you try to regain strength at night, echo throughout any waking moments you have.
your skin crawls with agony as you try to escape these horrors, but the day break engulfing you is the only release.
as you grow tired and weary. waiting for the time when you close your eyes and don’t see the last breath of loved ones and the pain of losing yourself , come to be.
no, you are stuck here. in limbo. in disposition. hoping that you will one day rest and be rejuvenated – upon your wake.
or never wake up again.