Poet's Corner

Posted: Thursday, September 16, 2010


By Olivia Velazquez-Alarcon

at the same time i'm nervous,

anxious even,

but it somehow seemed right,

to many paths to walk on,

but i choose today,

organic comfort from within,

their wounds have eased to a point in life,

to try re-gaining happiness,

to drop the disgust of a mind clatter-full of stress,

to abandon those sleepless night of shadowed eyes,

to leave the tearful pain,

in the eyes of reality,

i'd slip a lot,

and for that i pick up all my cards again,

re-stack myself back into machinery's order,

again i'd like to wonder of an opposite year,

an upside down past,

an inverted thought meant to be clear,

if mondays were spectacular,

if she could rid and smear away black dirty black fear,

if always i was cleaned with a silk cloth,

a lifetime of naiveness,

a heart-full of fictional dreams,

a land of possible fate,

but in the eyes of reality,

i tend to trip too much,

and i'd fall too far,

into unwanted truth,

but the harsh stuff might be for my own good,

it's not the luck, or glitter, or even the colour,

and it isn't even the home that counts,

maybe i'd rather not view a lot,

but where would that leave me now?

someday i'll rip those orange feathers out.

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