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A Congregation In The Corridors Of My Heart

May 23, 2024
By InsomMia BRONZE, Ames, Iowa
InsomMia BRONZE, Ames, Iowa
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When I am with you or when we are apart


We are always in need of each other,
Were you my sister in another life?
Were you my brother?

Every day I see your face

And here we are

devoid of lust, and  devoid of desire

In the land where flower variants are bound together 

Most of their leaves polyester

And their stems plastic
Is the yellow rose that we are
Hidden away in the corners of that diverse meadow

Your hand I hold through the twisted mazes of our prison

And protect you, I would, as you do I
Our laughter echoes after hours, nymphs in a concrete forest.
My kindred spirit, you have told me your fears

And you’ve heard my cries.

Come find me whenever

Dusk or high noon

The bee to my flower

The sun to my moon.
As we both croon to each other
And life engulfs us
While our years together pass
Much too soon.

 

Is it you that I need?
Are you the one who could save me?
That could make me feel happy?
That could make me feel seen?

What do I know about you?

A talented young man
With rich umber hair 

And serious dark eyes

Every time you speak
You turn me mute

Eyes flicker in my direction, pass over me, always in full resolute.
Who are you?

What happens in the chambers of your brain?
Intelligent, I know you are
You do not know how insane

At night I stay awake, manifesting us.
Why do I have to be so foolish?

Many times I have passed you by
Hoping, dying, to catch your eye

But you walk past me, always. Never looking back.

The idea of you makes me weak

All the while knowing that
To you, I will never speak

Because life is no fairy tale
I would be much too naive if I believed it would end well.

The princess shall wait behind the wall of thorns.

The prince does not exist.

But.
When I am alone, in my bedroom

Under a heavy or thin slumber
A smile comes to my lips

Because we do talk.
We do kiss
You do love me

Even if 

it’s only 

As we desperately wander 

through my boulevard 

of gilded dreams.


I cannot have you.

I wish I could have been your shooting star
Shining across the galaxies of your heart.

I have no right to you.

And yet here I am, 

Crying like a fool
My hands on my chest

This feeling engulfs me
Currents upon currents

Out of my twisted, infinite universe

And into an all-true reality

My vision blurs


The rain is around me, the murder cawing
As I gaze upon the ruins of my psyche

My modern manifesto I now hold true

Is to bury my feelings 

Which bound me to you.

Noticing you felt like a privilege
Like being outside while the sky cries.
And the Earth is renewed

Let me leave this hell.
Let me toss the key away.

Of my little asylum
Where I have spent the last nine months

Intoxicated by you
Like the world’s most delusional drunk.

Letting me love you, although you knew nothing, 

Is the most kindness someone has shown me

Thank you for this little eternity. 

 

What is it like to be free of responsibility?
To wander through the thicket unheeded.

The autumn leaves fall over the world
Reminiscing times long gone

When stormy skies raged, trees fell, and mountains rose
As was our Mother’s will

I lay asleep in the thorns of humanity

Ever hoping to make my escape

To see the misty mountains
And feel the different breezes and winds
upon every pore of my skin

The peppermint tea sits on my windowsill
As the serenade of the crickets lulls me into a midsummer night’s dream

And I conjure them
behind my heavy eyelids

Phantoms.
Fays.
Ghouls and goblins and witches.

The darkness that lies underneath the shell
Peeking out like the reversal of an eclipse

Ruining this Earth are we
No longer is it a place of fairytales and dreams

The greed that so many have warned us about has gathered its faithful disciples
Now the only things dreamed about are materialistic.

As the kings of yore did

Yet much more unpleasant.

My veins feel like they’re
full of sand
From beaches far, far away

My limbs
Not unlike the branches 

From trees in Romania
In the middle of May

I sit in my ivory tower
Ever waiting for that day.

But either near years from now
Or when the flaxen of my hair turns gray

Around the world, I will wander

As to the world her worthy worship I pay. 


The author's comments:

I wrote this piece about the loves that have impacted me most deeply during my lifetime. My love for my best friend, for the boy I can never have, and for the very world itself motivated me to write this.


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