O. K. Breathe. Maybe you were right I am crazy. But the stars still align In a velvet night sky Twinkling on the hopeless Teasing and taunting the troubled. That is crazy. Or when a high noon sun Pulls dreamers closer On empty highways Til it disappears Into a burning distance That is crazy. And when birds Would rather nestle Between frosty branches Of a below-freezing winter Than fly north. That is crazy. It is a constant. A repetitious cycle of On off on off Faith and strange choices. It is not crazy, It is ambition. It is a drive to not settle For leftover meatloaf, But instead find a cafe In a peaceful corner Of this chaotic world. It is waking up an hour early Just to inhale The first spring day Without slush on the ground. It is not crazy. I am not crazy. I am inspired To let in An unseen world Of love.
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There is no reason My knees should shake So intensely Like branches Caught In an October wind. Then again, I cannot explain Heat from my cheeks Ignited by An innocent blush. Perhaps One more kiss Can provide enough Of an answer To stop my heart From Pounding Through My Bones. A secret Lost amongst bees Buzzing from flower to flower Causes my heels to turn And my direction to change Under flickering beams And canopies of branches. I was whole here, Alive. Knew that truth rotted Like a birch split By a black sky's angry glare. Yet I wandered Explored until my heart burst My head sprouted sweat beads And my feet ached Like uprooted saplings, To find a hope Under chips of dead bark. In my grasp, The sun. Warm. Happy. I stood, hearing buzzing of bees Returning from battle, Whispering back A secret I had lost. |
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