Honestly, I was buried alive. Millions were buried, but somehow I was saved, saved by someone who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was fine, just fine with dying. I could accept dying at home in the home I kew as a child---where my mother rocked me to sleep, where dad would pat my head while leaving to work, and years later when Lucca would make me breakfast and where my brother would chase me around the house. I was so tired, I couldn't fight anymore.
Yet, some part of me kept fighting, it heard the voices, and so my breathing continued. Some people talk about the survival instinct, not sure how much I believe in that stuff, who would want to survive to this state of humanity, I sure didn't. I was destined to die the long and hard way out. But, Damn it, I just wouldn't die!
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Weightless
I dreamed of sand castles so you built me an ocean
with coast to coast beaches so that i could sculpt my sand.
I breathed in wildflowers so you chased down every seed in the providence
to build me a meadow, so that i could chase the scent.
I wished for starry nights where i was less lonely
so you chased down the moon and caught it in a jar.
where it remained no bigger than your thumb.
You gave me everything and i never asked you just knew.
You knew i longed for flight so you built me wings or paper towns and mason jars
so that the sun reflected fractal forms of light....
you gave me wings to carry me to my dreams.
with coast to coast beaches so that i could sculpt my sand.
I breathed in wildflowers so you chased down every seed in the providence
to build me a meadow, so that i could chase the scent.
I wished for starry nights where i was less lonely
so you chased down the moon and caught it in a jar.
where it remained no bigger than your thumb.
You gave me everything and i never asked you just knew.
You knew i longed for flight so you built me wings or paper towns and mason jars
so that the sun reflected fractal forms of light....
you gave me wings to carry me to my dreams.
Weathering People
I met you in a storm, where the people were rain. Downpour and soaking wet I saw you fall and slip in a puddle of people. You never were one for rainstorms you didnt like the bittertaste of asphalt or the humid air that plastered your hair to your face after the storm. Lightning cracked way to many jokes that thunder didnt understand, and the grey clouds put a damper on the mood. You didn't like rainstorms- how they popped up unexpectantly and oh how you hated how the trees would droop.
You prefered the sunny days when people were an azure sky that masked unhappy faces that are forced to be happy. You preferred sunny days when people were blazing and hot tempered. And sexual tension was thick as sunscreen
You prefered the sunny days when people were an azure sky that masked unhappy faces that are forced to be happy. You preferred sunny days when people were blazing and hot tempered. And sexual tension was thick as sunscreen
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