Rain Running
My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.
This morning before the other humans had stirred,
I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,
and saw the irresistible rain.
Now my watch doesn't tell the date.
My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.
This morning before the other humans had stirred,
I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,
and saw the irresistible rain.
Now my watch doesn't tell the date.
I don't
Open at your words
Your touch
I don't
Listen to
Anyone anymore.
I am completely in my head.
I know we don't have time for this mess.
I do it anyway.
I don't
Pay attention.
i hope that you rest easy as the world
tumbles down into fire
for you did everything you could
& we didn't do enough. it was never
your fate to carry the failures of
common sense & education, but now
"I don't care," I say.
Don't care.
Don't.
Do not.
Don't want to.
Can't.
Scared to.
You look at me.
Ask, "What about your friends?"
Yes, what about them, self?
I was...what was I?
I was happy.
I was free.
I had such a rush of a year
That I forgot...everything else.
Full steam ahead
Days blurring
Like a train.
Plowing through.
I warned myself.
They are smiling,
Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,
They are listening,
Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,
They are happy,
To you
you who lives among our rainbow hills--
green one moment
orange the next
and always blue in the distance--
you who lives along a river
you who lives looking into sunsets
you and you
I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far.
It was supposed to be a beautiful summer day,
sun shining, birds singing,
but instead of swimming in the lake or shooting archery on the range we are stuck inside
You said
I seemed relaxed.
Not tense,
Like I feel,
Constantly.
Not curled up into a tight little ball
Against the world.
You said
I seemed loose.
I don't feel loose
My love for you has no title
My love for you is my own
My love for you is something unique
My love for you I wish I could've shown
The war was over,
or maybe it hadn’t begun.
The sky hummed like a sweet lullaby,
and the fields grew wild with unbothered color.
Children ran barefoot through puddles