NaPoWriMo: 02 & 03
NaPoWriMo 2&3. I'll catch up I promise xD
I try to think of what to say to you, and all I hear in my head is the echo of the music you used to play.
And so I cry
as you reach to the leaves for guidance.
This isn't like before.
Stained fingers dancing on the keys,
spilling dischordant noise.
The colors are all wrong,
as you're bathed in an olive green cloud;
where is the transparency that's supposed to come?
I hand you a pen and from it spills
dark smoke,
choking me.
I fall to me knees, looking upwards to you,
begging--
Please, please remember!
Remember how it felt to breathe!
And the music that you used to play
is silent.
Another poem about Manashi. I miss him like hell. And I still don't know how to beg forgiveness and help him and get him back at the same time.
After almost five years I'm finally happy, and all I want to do is leave this behind.
I squirm in my seat as
words in foreign tongues
echo around me, reminding me
of all this pent up energy.
Let me go!
And I crave something new,
new air,
new sun,
new ground under my feet.
Let me go!
This is all for me,
all for Strella
who is screaming
Let me go!
like the dark red Morona used to scream
inside my head.
And I think,
could I do it?
Could I really
Let me go!
leave all this,
start again,
after begging never to have to do it again?
Would they
Let me go!
let me walk away?
or would they beg me not to
Let me
go?
For some reason, all this pent up energy calling for infinity is driving me to leave this place. And I hate it. because a lot of me is willing to just up and walk away for somewhere new, and abandon everything here, for completely selfish reasons. Because if I was away from here, I could love everyone from a distance, but I could live for myself.
I try to think of what to say to you, and all I hear in my head is the echo of the music you used to play.
And so I cry
as you reach to the leaves for guidance.
This isn't like before.
Stained fingers dancing on the keys,
spilling dischordant noise.
The colors are all wrong,
as you're bathed in an olive green cloud;
where is the transparency that's supposed to come?
I hand you a pen and from it spills
dark smoke,
choking me.
I fall to me knees, looking upwards to you,
begging--
Please, please remember!
Remember how it felt to breathe!
And the music that you used to play
is silent.
Another poem about Manashi. I miss him like hell. And I still don't know how to beg forgiveness and help him and get him back at the same time.
After almost five years I'm finally happy, and all I want to do is leave this behind.
I squirm in my seat as
words in foreign tongues
echo around me, reminding me
of all this pent up energy.
Let me go!
And I crave something new,
new air,
new sun,
new ground under my feet.
Let me go!
This is all for me,
all for Strella
who is screaming
Let me go!
like the dark red Morona used to scream
inside my head.
And I think,
could I do it?
Could I really
Let me go!
leave all this,
start again,
after begging never to have to do it again?
Would they
Let me go!
let me walk away?
or would they beg me not to
Let me
go?
For some reason, all this pent up energy calling for infinity is driving me to leave this place. And I hate it. because a lot of me is willing to just up and walk away for somewhere new, and abandon everything here, for completely selfish reasons. Because if I was away from here, I could love everyone from a distance, but I could live for myself.