A stygian fly passed by my window
To tell a story in the daylight
So blinds fell for shades to show a white page long missed
The tale of bleeding cuts and useless hearts shimmered in flickered chameleonic wings
Sympathies padding a lonely death bed facing dystopia.
Today wise words were raised to my ears about
"Being calm and living your life"
Another said
"Comparison breeds sorrow"
And yet another- many others- reminded me of agendas unpacked unprocessed unchecked-
"When was the last time you were content?"
It was not always this way- residing in hollow spaces so reflections (of me) could live outside-
Outside I thrived. There are- were- days when I didn't have to try.
I remember reading books in hours-worth
Not days
To escape a world so dry (because it had form) in order to live in a world without form so I could
(breathe.)
Now I (only now) I returned to reading to breathe because I want to: Death had lost its allure and silence was norm. Though the pages are not turned into hours each day I can say I have lived because my spirit can fly.
"When was the last time you were moving?"
The chair couch bed is comfortable. Familiar. It's a throne I know I own and a chain dependent on other reigns
Though I know it's time to have my own leash
but burdened hearts should not be shelved "Naïve" because
Time does bring sorrow and life has pity.
I move a bit into the future every week. (Yes, week.) I cannot please you A-dults with daily progressions perfectly clocked in and out because
I say
I love my emotions. I say
It is the Artist I'm adoring because (if I don't) what do I have left?
A dolt?
It took Other to remind me to remind me to be kind
To me.
That I can't do what others have right now.
And that it was okay.
I: Twinkle Inks' poem "the theater after death" on Instagram
Hers Posted: May 19th, 2021
Her post, and Zdzislaw Beksinski's artwork, were final triggers to this piece. I've been mulling on a number of things lately. The return to writing is much appreciated.
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Ambience (Poetry Book 2)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my second book of poetry with the first, "Poems of the Atmos". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was made by me with Canva a...
