She had us all in her arms
Her big laugh rolling
With the sound of our success and triumphs
Her feet bore with our defeats
Her heart played Krish’s flute
While her legacy danced along
As her flame flickered out
The ground beneath our feet disappeared
But if you close your eyes
You can feel those pillowed arms bracing the bumps
You can hear her song
In your tears
Your laugh
And beneath your flying feet
She remains
Cut from the same cloth
Lack luster
Stiff as cardboard
Walking the same walk
Talking the same talk
Making a synchronized dance
Just mere robots murmuring
All the color disappeared from their skin
Bank is rolling
So laughter is unnecessary
Your smile’s whereabouts unknown
In its place is a constant firm resting face
As all the feeling is no longer
But you got the keys swinging from those fingers
So who cares?
To think you spent all that time laughing at the colorful
We still got that color
And just one key
But the one that matters the most
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That bottle can’t be broken
The cap can’t be lifted
It holds however something very vital
It has the answer to the biggest mystery
But the more you try to crack it
The more strength it obtains
The bottle is carried away in the ocean
Swimming with the waves
One second it nears you
The next completely out of sight
But the image is imprinted in your brain
And you feel yourself growing taller
Even your limbs stretching
Soon it will be your time
And only then will you be able to grab hold of this bottle
Then you will see it crumble before your very eyes
All on its own
And the the mystery will be solved
It will and it must
Bushy hair
Tightening that first tie
With the same determination as every step from then on
Much tumbling after
Then came squinty eyes
Little hair
Belt tightening over a round belly
Filled with ups and downs
Feet still pounding
Yet heavier and heavier
I don’t want that
I can’t have that
I like the bellies hanging low
Squinty eyes or not
The feel of breeze below the feet
Will be enough
No care for a full head of hair
A roughened hand with a song slipping through my lips
And eyes still full of stars
Now thats the way to be
I’ll take the splinters
Not the bruising dress shoes scraping off my glitter
Besides my stars will blind before that ever happens
All of you were just mere fragments
Who are you to point out the cracks?
What makes you deserving of the pedestal?
Giving a glare to the dusted
We’re fine down here
We see things more clearly than you do
And we aren’t as likely to fall
Closer to the ground
Is where we’d rather be
Slipping into the corners where it is only black
Or just a speck within the swarm of flies
Collecting light
Placed in her jacket closest to her chest
Reaching for tiniest glimmer to add spark in those heels
After all that’s what she she relies on for an extra bounce
Not a chance any even heard of her collections or even tried for such treasures
But it’s the way she likes it
To her dismay, though, buzz surrounds only when her elbows bruise
And her head hits the ground during this conquest
And in those moments the sun rays strike and she melts
She is stripped, empty handed
The lonely jacket almost in shreds
There is every chance now to witness and it is always taken
In that chance the buzz can be heard from any direction
But shortly scuffs and finds another interest
The ring still bleeds in her ears well after they’re gone
The rays penetrating
She struggles to slip into her patchy jacket and runs for the corner again
But that light will always still be waiting for her to catch
This she holds on to and waits and waits and waits for
Have you ever experienced pain that was none of your doing, yet you felt it must be left between your ears only?
And you take the resulting wound as an ugly blemish needed to be disguised. You go on and scrub and scrub. It appears to be gone.
If it’s not there it never happened.
Ever do that so well, that you end up fooling yourself?
Until one day a loud crash halts your steps. Feet frozen as the layers begin to peel back
The scar peeks in sight
A twinge starts in your fingertips and then straight to the chest. It awakens you.
Let that day happen, feel that happen. It is only when you look straight at the wound can you really see anything else.
If you’ve got the right eye, you’ll smile. And take that bruise as a badge that broadens your sight.
Never again will you bury your pain once you’ve seen that day.
Sand beneath toes
Waves thrashing
Boats rushing
Lightning struck
Right above the tip of the toes
And yet she sits
Knees pushed against chest
Rain pours
With the slightest drip drop tempo
Following the rhythm of her sway
Puddle sinks toes deeper
Hair plastered against face
Drip drops pick up a beat
As her sway falls short behind
In the darkness behind eyes
The crashing of the waves drown ears
A new rhythm is found
Puddle nears knees
Pruning toes with in the sand
And her sway syncs with the splish splash waves
The Glimmer in the Average 