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A Congregation In The Corridors Of My Heart
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.
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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.