i'll be honest,
i'd die happy
tonight
(somehow you fixed the
mirror that was left
scattered across the
globe with a million
pieces,
and you kept it from
re-shattering itself
over and over and
over and over
and over and
over and
over and
A CURRENT OF ETERNITY by Heather-Chrysalis, literature
Literature
A CURRENT OF ETERNITY
Oh how I yearn to clasp the Crescent Moon
by my fingertips, sleep against her cradling
curve as I dream of stretching myself from
Star to Star, catching their twinkles in the
myriad depths of my eyes to highlight the
landscape of my Dreams, while others only
see echoes of emptiness when they sleep and
dream-I know in my Dreams I am closest to
the Spiritworld-for we are one breath of
Timelessness, one silver current of Eternity
where there is no end and no beginning-
just the essence that turns molecule iotas
into golden ideas, and my dust that I've gathered
in a jar with the seedlings of my Dreams...
I will wait until a strong Wind blows pas
I am trying
to understand,
to breathe,
but I am taking on water
and every thought
is drowning.
The dull ache
pumping
inside my chest
is dependable,
a ticking pendulum -
consistent
and ever present.
Memory
is beautifully tragic,
everything
reminds me
not of where I am,
but
where I long
to be.
Some days
I wish for amnesia,
for the calm
that comes
with that vacancy
that
absence of feeling...
And yet
I still treasure moments
so much
a part of me
that I
would not be myself
without them,
without you.
There is a sense
that love
may ebb as the ocean
and I must wait
and see
if the tide shall
carry me
or bury me
beneath the sea.
This is my memory of us.
About me
For you.
I meet you.
The butterfly takes shape within the first clasp of our hands,
Molded unknowingly by our fingers,
Its early wings unwittingly cut out of our first startled glance.
Its body builds itself alive in our awareness of each other.
It wants to fly in fearful recognition
Between us,
I think.
It briefly stutters into existence,
While we awkwardly talk at each other
And we make accidental and fleeting connections,
That we sever almost immediately.
It stills and waits when we look away
And it flares in a brief, passing touch.
Its wings unfurl unbearably in my chest
Struggling to burst out.
I ca
my mother tells me that i will not understand
her teachings until i have a child of my own.
she doesn't know that i have a hollow womb,
barren to the bane of my existence.
my organs are twisted to read this was home.
bits of my stomach were scooped out,
my morals afloat with their shallowness.
she doesn't know that it shakes me to the core
to consider myself responsible for another human being
when i am already too reckless with my own bones.
my muscles, forever contorted in self-doubt.
my toes, curled into the underside of my soles.
my soul needs ____________.
You became a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
Jumping from here to there
Smiling until your tears make you drown
And you get flashback of the past
That cold November night
When the winds shattered your hopes
It was forbidden to dream of light
You can't help it
You bleed your tears away
The owner of your soul is wanted
Your ship is so far from this bay
You've got nine lives
But you're left with one
Who will take it?
Its killer is unknown
You're a puppet
Nothing more than just a clown
When you cry,
You never leave a sound