Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Written August 16th, 2006

floating on a cloud, then the damn cloud crashes into a tower
if only i was locked into a tower like that bitch
she inspires poetry and stories and love songs
i'm just the girl on the cloud
the cloud that crashed
nobody speaks of her
of me
the girl once so happy and alive
the girl once understanding
standing on a shag rug
-it felt good between her toes-
the rug was pulled from under her
temporary insanity they called it
temporary, my ass
like coffee it was always brewing
yet not quite as strong of a scent
more like lemon Lipton tea
you smell something but aren't sure what it is
subtle insanity
trauma in the childhood
drama in the heart
cut it out!
she asks
with no surgeon volunteering to do the deed
festering and growing
i'm the girl on the cloud that crashed into the tower
i'm the girl you've forgotten
i'm the girl with her hopes and dreams that never make it to reality
wrinkles on hands and faces show signs of life
wrinkles on the pages show signs of interest
one emotion, two emotion, three emotion FLOOR
one shadow, two shadow, three shadow MORE
Darkness Is Understandable

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