They flicker and capture each moment tattered and torn. Like antique cameras they record every moment through distorted lenses. Foggy glass and sharp scratches become an authentic certainty, transforming the truth.
This is my false reality, I envision through jaded eyes.
Beginning so pure, once so innocent; crushed by each experience. I can still sense the Good, its still somewhere out there. Although I can not see it anymore.
So I continue to search, eyes closed to my surroundings trying not to be swallowed up into what we only believe to be real.
Slowly removing the picture of what once was, what ought to be and piecing it back together the haze begins to fade. Piece after piece through eyes of clarity.
Judgments will not cloud this truth. My experiences will no longer control my world. Instead I see everything as it is as I wait for the indescribable to find me.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Not a dream
In a big arm chair she rests. Gazing upon the world through hollow glass and cynical eyes. There are no marks, no signs it even happened as memories play back in an endless loop. What was so blurry seems so clear. Sometimes.
Wondering off in all directions, a heart torn, mind in pieces. Battling herself.
What has come of this, it must have a purpose, a greater reason for happening. She could have died in that moment. Yet the truck somersaulted across the snow bank and came to a stop passengers in tact.
A winkled page in the saga of HER. Blank pages rest beside, just waiting to be written. Her story is powerful. Her story is struggle.
Listen to her words. Hidden here between the lines. Take notes from her lessons but do not follow in her footprints. A road less traveled.
Wondering off in all directions, a heart torn, mind in pieces. Battling herself.
What has come of this, it must have a purpose, a greater reason for happening. She could have died in that moment. Yet the truck somersaulted across the snow bank and came to a stop passengers in tact.
A winkled page in the saga of HER. Blank pages rest beside, just waiting to be written. Her story is powerful. Her story is struggle.
Listen to her words. Hidden here between the lines. Take notes from her lessons but do not follow in her footprints. A road less traveled.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A Fake Reflection
Nervous emotions send static shocks through my body.
Heart beats steady and strong.
A drum that keeps a tempo for life
Relentlessly taking the beatings.
Never missing a beat
Unstable thoughts show how fragile I am
Shhh, it’s only for me to see.
You see me as strong and confident
A beautiful woman that has conquered much.
I see broken wings
Weakness in an emotional tornado.
Holding on to an image she presents it to the whole
But hides the truth.
Heart beats steady and strong.
A drum that keeps a tempo for life
Relentlessly taking the beatings.
Never missing a beat
Unstable thoughts show how fragile I am
Shhh, it’s only for me to see.
You see me as strong and confident
A beautiful woman that has conquered much.
I see broken wings
Weakness in an emotional tornado.
Holding on to an image she presents it to the whole
But hides the truth.
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