Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Sickness crawls in over and over again.
A sickness too sweet.
Too thick.
A sickness deep enough to where it cracks bone.
Feral enough to where it stops hearts.
Leaves scars,
bleeds open wounds.
A sickness that beats, and beats, and beats.
Until it all stops.
Until everything stops.
And that lost love leaves you a fool.
Numb.
Like a crackling wood in a soothing, low fire.
Barely warm.
Barely cold.
Barely anything.
Charcoal eyes
Ink wet heart
White stretched smile
Stares in the dark
Heartbeat slows
Breathing thins
Soulless window
Let them in
A knock at your door
A tap to your thigh
Let them realize
You will not lie
Trapped for good
Locked in a cage
Your life mimics
The sins that you laid
Taste the adventure
On the tip of your tongue
Just by announcing the words
Give everyone hope
For the future to come
When you tell them what’s in the works
Please violate my Venn Diagram
The one with all my traits
The one with me, mom, and daddy
Please shake it till it quakes
Warp it, bend it, burn it
Whatever you can do
I need to understand why
Only I say I love you
How can she expect anything more?
She cleans
She stays in shape
She schedules
Does their homework
Keeps them clean
Keeps them dressed
But doesn’t “try”
So, of course
Daddy is always the best
It’s sad when one sentence
Creates division for you
A permanent divide
No way for me through
It’s as if you were waiting
For my lips to wreck me
For one word to break us
You never wanted us to be
I need proof that this world exists and I’m not floating and spinning in a mist of my own dreams.
Prove to me I won’t wake up and you’ll be gone. That as tangible as you feel is enough to show this is reality.
It’s just… the pieces don’t fit together and don’t belong.
Rotate the shifts in my world
The blueberries need picked from my sky
The roses need plucked from the rivers
And I’ve gone abnormally wry
The rapier struck
Not in stone
But in bone
Through my caged heart
The one that had only beat for you
Words as sharp as needles
Became Excalibur in my chest
A deceit you can’t even pull out
A fable to find anyone that will do
And even if fables were real
And the rapier is pulled
There is still that hole
That is there as my heart beats
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 