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Introspections of an Eccedentesiast
1.
Glide toward battle
The shadows in front hide what we
think to be, covering the delusions that it isn’t real
Chilling our bones, but masking our faces to be cool.
Hiding in the closet we
Look in both directions before we lurk
Till no one is seen. Hoping that we weren't too late.
Counting the steps, we
Move straight, waiting to strike.
Every movement, aligned and straight
Attacking with the speed that we
Professed, while hearing someone sing
Calculating the notes as a sin.
Close to the end, we
Lurk behind a lad, approaching a thin
Door with a canteen of gin.
Stealthily walking, we
Pray to stand, hoping to jazz
In another night sky of June,
Until our bodies can take no more. For we
Pray, for we do not die.
Pray, for the light of our children to hit us soon
2.
Petalless Flowers
From Valentines to birthdays,
To celebrations of many,
The bright colors of petals are the catching eyes
for plenty.
But from the eyes of some, the beautiful gifts are slumped, and poky.
The Water you give is not enough.
The light you shine can kill it slowly.
Even the words that lift it up,
Is easily forgotten
on the dusty surface that was once their home.
The symbols of purity and rebirth are thrown away and scattered to dust,
By the sorrows that took its life and meaning.
The reminder that nothing stays whole
is a fear that can not be completed,
Only to be a token that is passed down to the one
to whom it was given.
3.
Reversed and Forced
Oh,
For the pale white on her tinted face
Blocks out the revulsion she hopes to accentuate
For the deep blue hem of her dress
Sways with her legs
Caught, in the grip of the prince
The clear marble floors
Reflects what is underneath
Forced to show nothing
But to no avail,
Knows it was shined on purpose
The crowded room
With no concern
but money in their eyes
The heels,
Pain her feet
But makes her reassured for her safety
Counting the clock
Slowly making it to twelve
Force the time to end
So that this night
will end.
4.
Poison boils my brain
Causing delusions,
Paralyzing my mind.
The beliefs I had,
submerged by lies,
holding me back with chains.
Opinions that were named facts.
A story that was known to be true.
A book of light, causing me pain.
The child inside
Not knowing what to think,
Forced to put my own self to the side
Creating confusion about my existence,
Unable to identify myself.
Masking
For the
“Lovely girl” everyone else knew
5.
No Goodbyes
The moment have gone through a stoop
Standing in front and watching:
My father, red on his eyes,
Water spilling on his face.
On the ground,
Looking down.
Teeth bared, mouthing something.
I think he’s weeping?
Holding my hand,
Trembling.
Red covered the rug,
Spreading to my feet.
Shrieks spring out,
Someone hitting the floor.
Mother?
I reach but don’t move.
Speak but don’t hear.
Trying but never succeeding.
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