Tag: Writing

A tear runs

Slowly down my cheek

I can see it out of the corner of my eye

A big fat drop

Well drawn

I see it clearly

Like a water balloon ready to burst

Hanging from the faucet

As if it was the last drop to fill the glass

It holds steady

Unwilling to drop into the abyss

I see it there

Undulating

Like watching a movie and thinking,

When is something interesting going to happen?

In an instant

It drops

But I was distracted

I can’t believe it

I was too busy trying to see it finally drop that I even forgot why

It formed in the first place

It can’t be

I wanted to see it

Splatter the floor

I can only imagine it now

That big fat drop exploding on the ground

and leaving it’s mark as it disintegrates

Nothing is the same

Many more tears will drop

but not one ever the same

Every second in your life is different

And it won’t repeat.

Of all sizes and colors

With a halo of light surrounding them

With tremendous eyes and big mouths

Desperate to absorb the little energy you have left to live

That’s what the ghosts that inhabit my mind are like

I always try to forget them

I occupy my thoughts with creative acts

I try to see them as something that doesn’t exist

Suddenly

Out of nowhere they surge

Like a slow breeze that hits your face in the middle of a forest

Somber and dark

That breeze that scares you with the sensation that something is going to happen

Something that will move the finest hairs in your body and

Disturb the most sensitive fibers of your skin

They are there

They don’t leave

And with them comes a scream of impotence

Of trying to get them out

For them to leave and never return

Like thieves robbing your peace

Your serenity

And your happiness.

The moon, the sun

Don’t go anywhere

But out of view

Out of sight

Linger there

Same place

Of all time

Casting shadows

Casting light

Everywhere

But my mind.

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It takes a while

For it to form

But there’s a doubt

In every yearn

That it shouldn’t be so.

But whoever keeps the moon

Or the sun

Out of touch

And then wonder why

Bad luck has befallen

Is strange like morning dew

If you only knew

I’m thirsty for just a sip of wisdom.

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Ranting like a madman

And the seconds count down

No mask

Seems a little risky

Picked a fight with the porter

Got my bags thrown out the window

Out on the street again

Hearing voices

And this is what they said:

“Even if you wonder that it may not be so, it is. And that’s unfortunate because even if you didn’t think so. It was always so. Forever will be- until the end of time.”