Dandelion
I want to be as free as a dandelion.
Standing graceful and tall in a meadow.
Strong and beautiful, patiently waiting,
For a gust of wind to carry her away.
I want to be as free as a dandelion,
Proud of my imperfections.
Eager for adventure and free to dream
Wihtout restrictions.
I want to be as free as a dandelion,
Then maybe I could see,
The world for what it ought to be.
#poetry #dandelion #dreams #free
Hold On
Can you take my hand?
Will you help me stand?
Hold on. I need to breathe
One
Two
Three
You’ll catch me if I fall?
Cause’ I’ll stumble through it all
Hold on. I need to breathe
Fingers
Nose
Toes
You promise that you’ll try?
Wipe my eyes when I cry?
Hold on. I need to breathe
Voice
Touch
Breath
Hold on. I need to breathe
Cause’ I’m scared that you will leave
And I will crumble to the floor.
#breathe #poetry
Bottled pills were to get me up
Round and tasteless to fill me up
To get me out of bed, one they said.
Capsule tablets to stop the pain
Orange and bright to hide the pain
To keep me talking, three they said.
Still with all the pretty pills
I feel as though I'm falling
Where did the floor go?
What's that noise?
The pills, the pills they fell again.
Breath of the trees
Clinging to my skin
Walking me through
What was me and you
I miss what once was
A soul finding journey
Just me and you
The stars guiding us through,
Hands block the view
Walking on foreign soil
Screaming at the sky
Loosing my mind
Because of you and I
What we were to be
Lost in this soil
Held between the veins
Of these trees
Now I ranway
From words they cry
Needles that stab me
Through the eye
Upon this tear stained ground
I collapse, I lie
Loosing my mind
For what was you and I.
Furiously her hand moved across the page, leading her pen in a dance of quick pace. It spilled out the words she was afraid to say and joined them together brick by brick. On these pages she was everyone, a queen, a lover, a simple maiden. If she could write it she would be it, an escape from realities cruel grasp.
Back and forth the pen flew across the ink filled page as she ignored the ticking clock and movement of fellow students rushing to class. None of it mattered not while her focus remained on the book resting carefully upon her pale legs.
This was who she was. The girl who loved to write away her sorrows. The girl that created dreams on a blank page. Magic in the form of words flowed through her veins, quickly she learned to control it, embrace it. Free from fears that once consumed her.
When I speak I don't think of who could hear, I don't see the stares. I think of how my words flow, a continuous fall of sound flowing through my entire being. I don't think how my actions are seen by others, I simply see how my touch can bring them smiles. At least that's what I used to see...
Now I hear the whispers, roaring waves over my own thoughts. Now I see the glares, piercing through my very being. I see how you despise the fact that a single voice can make me happy, hating me for wanting only them...
So confused and scared I turned away and pushed aside my wants. Now I'm scared to dare go near in fear of the thoughts that come. Because only when we are alone does it feel like we are one...
Hate me, despise me. Pull away my happy. Well done you succeeded! Now please no more, just leave me here! I have nothing, no more rock or wall to lean on. You took away my safety rails and told me to go fetch...
But still despite all the words they say I cannot blame them for this...