I was raised from the ground
fertile
to look straight into the sun
I grew yellow, green, fresh.
The harvest came.
I left behind my stems and roots
taken for another's ways.
Dry dazed and waiting,
pressure cooked and fading
I burst
the most vulnerable parts of my heart exposed
to be eaten.
by PrttyBrd
The epidemic of conformity consumes all
Children play by board game rules
Stifled by the world to paint a proper picture
They draw flowers of red with stems of green
Fields of wildflowers viewed as weeds enveloped in insecticides
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet
That is a rainbow, in that order alone
We are taught to live by the colors in a box of eight crayons
But even so, those colors cannot make a proper rainbow
A rainbow should be praised if drawn in mixed-breed hues
That field of flowers, natures pallet
We should begin with a box of 124 and grow infinitely
Where lilac dragons can live in cherry trees
Where those waist-high weeds hide the predator from the prey
For where would we be without cops and robbers, or hide and seek
In a world where out of sight incites widespread panic
Children's laughter in the sun is slowly silenced by the rules
Instead, embrace the joy and encourage creativity
We should harbor imagination and develop unreality
For it is there that is born the ideas that will form the future
it is my unseen lover
it caresses my dreams
and weaves beauteous nightmares
my closest friend, it walks with me
our hands entwined in better days
and cradles me tight against its breast as I falter
though feared by so many,
it is comforting in its consistency,
in its dependability
always there, it never disappoints
close enough to feel its cold breath envelope me,
it feels like home as it moves like fog through the cracks in my soul
And my heart can almost feel whole in its bitter embrace
copyright ©PrttyBrd 14/08/11
by PrttyBrd
Heart stuck in gray dawn. Subtle remembrances, consume. Longing for more. Lingering for, "used to be". Vulnerability in pain gambled for strength in love. Held in place by promises.
Spoken words deny
Actions scream in love and pain
Hearts splinter and crack
Time cannot heal what was not meant to be broken. Change is slow coming. Dreams of warmth take hold, trying to leach into reality so abruptly ripped apart. Something once so perfect, so beautiful in its purity, in its simplicity. Forever tainted by selfless gestures turned selfish motives.
Promises broken
Dreams relive yesterday's bliss
Stopping tomorrow
What's good for one, not enough to sustain. Love enough to last, pushed under, forgotten. Lost to fear. Submerged in darkness. Yet, there lies the sun. Warm and alive. More than a seed, a field of flowers ready to bloom. Still, flowers of love do not bloom in tears of despair.
You are the warm sun
Watered by my salty tears
Flowers turned to hay
Spring's first rays of sun
Fire on a cold winter's day
Summer's ocean breeze
Full moon in a clear night sky
Natural wonders
Glimpses of heaven on earth
Include your quiet glances
It's the what that I want.
It's the who that I am.
I am the victim of my own objectification.
Open cup of feelings, overflowing.
Cappuccino froth, reddening my wrist.
Tomorrow you won't think of me
Wanting to bite your shoulder and hear you squeak against my teeth.
I want to tell you about that girl tonight.
She was the splintered mirror shard of a sad one we both know.
She cried in my arms and I could only give her words from a poster in the ladies toilet.
She saw me for a minute,
Real and transparent.
Then she reclaimed the former view.
Yet you are even more unwilling
To look at me. At more of everything.
Afraid you will find yourself, perhaps?
Afraid to just let go and be
Within this universal phenomenon
That has kept itself open to you for years.
You struggle against my will
And what you know inside to be your own.
Not knowing how much it burns.
Let yourself free.
To take that more of everything
From me. Free me from this burden.
