late night Zoetry
Weight against Water
by Zoe Pardee
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Imagine me Weightless
and Imagine you calling me down.
Words are light as a feather and I
I am collapsable as straw.
I need amazement. I need to be taken by surprise and
cradled.
I need that Midnight phonecall that speaks wonders.
I want to be held by words.
I want to be held by song.
I want to whisper to the trees and they tell me my fortune.
Imagine me on the ground surrounded by flowers.
Am I to be a violet among many daisies?
So many daisy's so much more beautiful.
So many stars so much more than we can fathom.
Imagine me Here and full on eyes.
Imagine the possibilities.
......Fist in Eden............
We can only travel alone.
Even when we are together we are alone.
Who knows our thoughts when it's quiet?
The only thing stirring is what's inside.
I stir and I stumble down stairs real and imagined.
I ask for truth and the moments sometimes falter.
meet me up front. Give me the time. Smile a while.
Dance a while. Take me for a walk. Revel the way I can talk in foreign accents.
Incognito to you and myelf for an instant.
Loving the sun on my face and the brief seconds of perfection.
I realize that I alone, my mind alone sees the things that
no one else sees.
Each instant is a cool hard drink that hits the spot, but leaves the head heavy.
I once grew up when I was 7
I wrote of lands far away with each detail precise and well- suited.
I read the world and it made my fingers stained with knowledge.
Crying as a child about the bodies dying in the sand.
Knowing there were lies in this land.
This created years of wisdom.
This created trials of pain.
This creates joy beyond measure.
Can you take me on with both fists in the air?
Don't let me win.
I must earn it.
A toast to me and my fruitful mind that ever wonders and wanders down lilly green lanes and thorn-ridden paths.
Love is at the epicenter.
Can you take it's light?
Do you have to squint your eyes or adjust the focus?
by Zoe Pardee
..............................
Imagine me Weightless
and Imagine you calling me down.
Words are light as a feather and I
I am collapsable as straw.
I need amazement. I need to be taken by surprise and
cradled.
I need that Midnight phonecall that speaks wonders.
I want to be held by words.
I want to be held by song.
I want to whisper to the trees and they tell me my fortune.
Imagine me on the ground surrounded by flowers.
Am I to be a violet among many daisies?
So many daisy's so much more beautiful.
So many stars so much more than we can fathom.
Imagine me Here and full on eyes.
Imagine the possibilities.
......Fist in Eden............
We can only travel alone.
Even when we are together we are alone.
Who knows our thoughts when it's quiet?
The only thing stirring is what's inside.
I stir and I stumble down stairs real and imagined.
I ask for truth and the moments sometimes falter.
meet me up front. Give me the time. Smile a while.
Dance a while. Take me for a walk. Revel the way I can talk in foreign accents.
Incognito to you and myelf for an instant.
Loving the sun on my face and the brief seconds of perfection.
I realize that I alone, my mind alone sees the things that
no one else sees.
Each instant is a cool hard drink that hits the spot, but leaves the head heavy.
I once grew up when I was 7
I wrote of lands far away with each detail precise and well- suited.
I read the world and it made my fingers stained with knowledge.
Crying as a child about the bodies dying in the sand.
Knowing there were lies in this land.
This created years of wisdom.
This created trials of pain.
This creates joy beyond measure.
Can you take me on with both fists in the air?
Don't let me win.
I must earn it.
A toast to me and my fruitful mind that ever wonders and wanders down lilly green lanes and thorn-ridden paths.
Love is at the epicenter.
Can you take it's light?
Do you have to squint your eyes or adjust the focus?