Turn up the volume.
It makes my bones vibrate.
Floating on the dead sea,
rabbits could swim too.
Crossbars and fault lines...
if you squint through the tears
they blur and shrink.
I can feel the wind stroking my face.
It wants me to feel okay.
Everybody says that
"It's okay,"
but we all have different courses we take.
The only one who wants me to be okay,
truly,
is me.
Life is a circus.
It can be scary
or it can be fun.
It can be morbid and cruel
or the air can ring with laughter.
We can taste the salt
trickling down our faces;
close our eyes
and smile.
Author notes
headache.... they say it's caused by the brain tensing up. maybe that wouldn't be a problem if there weren't so many things that caused my brain so much trauma. world. be nice to my organs.
Comments
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Eh, the world can be really tough on organs...but, I think you're strong enough to handle it
Your poetry is superb. Use it as a shield and keep on, keep on....Love, Lane
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This is brilliant...
I love it.
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