Stagnant

a fist full of tears thrown at a mind full of fears

face wet at the prospect of the tears that are really years

I laugh inside my grief while I grieve within my laughter

I miss and I miss... so I act so indiff

I hide while I step away from the crowd

I speak in low tones because my voice is too loud

I am someone's daughter, but I am no one's child

So I will hide because I stand out from the crowd

And act indifferent, because I miss... miss so much

And I'll grieve within my laughter as I laugh within my grief

Wet faced at the prospect of the years that are represented by shed tears

For my mind full of fears is only worth a fist full of tears...


Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2009

Breathless

I am back at it...

I lie in bed awake at night
Unable to fully rest
Images of good or bad pushing thru
As my heart quickens in my chest
I cannot say that I awaken to an alarm
For I was never truly asleep
Why's it so hard to control one's thoughts?
My inner Utopia I'd like to keep
I refuse to turn my back
These thoughts will not be pushed to my mind's ledge
For every stimuli existing within my realm
Is produced from the crown resting upon my head
Left only to pursue my dreams
That flit behind the lids of my eyes
Knowing one day I will find the way and the means to fly high in the sky
My lyrical pursuit will not be subdued
As I seek the haven of sleep I have not reached yet
Lines and lyric fuse within my spirit
Which is why I remain restless
The brief doze that my mind has chose
Between the scenes of prose my mind projects
Leaves me to be soar free within the walls of my dreams
Causing me to awaken breathless.

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