As you curl your head in my body's plys, I stare out at the night sky,
The words of Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody' encrypt my mind, I no longer know if this is the real life, But for now I cradle the time we have for when you wake I will have to say goodbye. I will be another smiling face, On each occasion we meet, My heart glows with affection but retracts with disappointment, Like a band, I can break. An endless loop of emotion flushes through my veins, Our connection is strong, Nonetheless I must say goodbye. One day in the future I hope to have a version of you, A day of joy entrenched with a rock pounding seal.
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As the engine ticks, I rest my head on his stick formed legs where a sky filled with shining objects sparkle in my eyes,
With a slight inwards turn, our eyes meet The stars no longer mark my gaze Instead, I am greeted with two brown tinted globes, With the long held lusting gaze I refute my surroundings, For I acknowledge my desires, And with a moment of silence, my judgment lapses. The sense of a butterfly perching his legs against his flowerbed reminds me, We shared a moment, a kiss, But the moment awoke with a barking dog. A recognised feeling impeached my mind, One similar to a needle piercing my skin, It was reality knocking. A once love felt environment was collapsing, A bulldozer filtering the air, And with a lustful gaze, I went on my way. A baby in the womb surrounded by people unknown to her and her unknown to them, There it cradled a natural bond between a mother and child, an unbreakable bond. Nine months of solitude and safety came unstitched and judgement was placed. Face by face she passed through life with her mother and father by her side.
Her bushy fun-filled hair built her perfection, enlightening her sharp face that filled the air but her heart like a cloud was filled by the love of those that cared. A mother and daughter linked by blood and united by heart exchanging secrets without judgement or ridicule. A bond her own father could not fulfil. For her, a fatherly bond went beyond blood, each piece fitted together without force, He was a doctor, a parent and a friend. On the last occasion, they sat beside each other at the wood finished table warming their hands of the freshly made cup of tea immersed in conversation. The room echoed with laughter, the usual occurrence except with one difference, it was their last time. He left her a few days later, not on a vacation nor on his way to work. He now flies in the day sky and rests at night for he is in heaven, he is at peace. Alone she awaits her best friend's return,
Despite the downpour she remains loyal and devoted, With the rain dashing against her outer layer, She stares out the long winding mist filled lane way, Her eyes filled with anxiety, But when a shadow overcomes the mist, The ground is awakened by the sweeping of the lifeless leaves. If one were close, they could feel short but swift bursts of wind. It needs no explaining, Her eyes are engulfed with excitement, Her legs shake in preparation at the starting line, On the signal she's off, No pause or second thought. At last, she laps her arms around her friend, With mutual affection they stand clasped in each other's grip, Upon release, Side by side they continue their journey home. With two peepholes, I look out from afar at the everyday life of surrounding people,
For I am placed on a pedestal for the World to see, For I am in a box, What do people see? For me, I am in a box, a brown cardboard box, Flexible and strong, Yet perishes in the rain, But revived in the sun. It can not fight fire, But flows with the rain, I no longer ask who put me here, I question those who keep me here. A box is strong and flexible, But like a stick, It can be broken. Strong and flexible, Yet not immortal, What to expect when the six walls surrounding me collapse, Reveals their creation or my nightmare? |
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