August 23, 2014 6:48 PM
Jumping the broom;
Entering a new segment.
Lifting my mind, body, and soul across the current threshold.
Leaving all my worries, doubts, and pain behind,
Putting my solicitous meager heart on the line.
Forgetting all the consequences that may come my merry way,
Still needing to say, “Where is my place in this illustrious World?”
Can I please just take a minute to hurl?
Stopping to take a second to reflect on the World;
And thanking the ones who brought me through the whirlwind.
Who stopped my head from continuously spinning
And put a halt to my inner madness.
I am glad the sunshine appeared through my darkness
And washed the rain away from my pale eyes.
To scatter the pain into the deep blue thin air
And watch as the rainbow shine in the midst of my silhouette shadow.
To feel the cool sea breeze brush against my winter face
I can feel my surrounding oasis embrace;
Tugging and hugging and reeling me in.
I love this feeling;
I adore this feeling.
I will abide by this feeling;
This sentiment is equivalent to home.
I am home, at last.
July 26, 2014 12:44 PM
I want to make love, become one underneath the midnight sun.
Cry painless, yet toxic tears while my hair is tied up in a secured simple sunset bun.
Please hold my delicate flowery lethargic hand.
Wrap it up into a rigid rough rubber-band.
Tie a Ladybug noose around my freckled neck;
Give me a kiss to ease the peck.
Watch me stand on top of the world with my holy hands held high to control the hurl;
I point my knightly knife towards the midnight sky and stab the silver lining projected upon my virgin soul.
I bellow a fond good-bye to the star raised above my naked brow.
I begin to howl at the moon to put a halt to granting me prosperity and longevity.
I am rightfully sorry, but it is time for me to French kiss this cold lonesome World a gingerly good-bye.
I do not belong here;
There is not a precious spacious space created for me to have a decent chilled beer.
So I fear the shadows;
I fear the gold;
I am ready to behold what lies behind the pearly white door.
Open the gates
Close the fate
It is time for me to runaway and escape;
Get laodicean-ly lost in my deadly saint.
It is time for me to wish my death upon a midnight star.