Midnight Blues• Show poetry

...you feel it when they take it away...

I haven't changed. I continue to
sit in the same still way inside my infamous loud room
like,
oh, like a frame- An old portrait of a dead female only known to history.
I haven't changed. I am unable
to move beyond this reverie
inside of me, said to be
a "youth-spoken philosophy"
that changed me quietly...
in
in
into a wiser tongue unwilling to speak,
You, oh scarred and friendly flesh, aren't worth the wait-
I heard you years ago and were shaken to silence.
I haven't changed. I am below the
real and reasonable...no law or lawyer am I
Am not book-found or ink-written
Scrutable and true,
just another unchanged woman-bourne creation dying to walk out
Out
Out
Of the barrier between wall and earth,
Where imagination gives birth
to the unseen and recognizable ways of human connection
For it is here where I might lack skill.
But I haven't changed, I am still
Lost in the frozen silence of the warfield...
a casualty in a mundane battle, who takes notice?

A Personal Fave-

The Carousel
As Tall As Lions

Ive been so in love
I stutter as my life unfolds
Don't ask you won't be told.

You broke the promise
I'm lying on the floor tonite
To dream of all those empty memories of singing on that carousel we'd ride together.

Hey Mother, Hey hey Mother, why do you cry? Tell me what the birds have said about my father.

Hey Father, Hey hey Father, what do you know? "Lovers on the carousel won't ride forever."

I walk to the ocean. I'm looking through kaliedoscopes to see the colors.
Don't say, You "saw writing on the walls," if you believe that simple words will make a difference.

Sick sick my heart. I want to die, so that I can stop this crying.