by Mercy Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:17 pmSpiders spin homes outside my window
aqua beads bejewel their webs
Fall into constellations: spears piercing elephants
lions prey on young zebra.
past millions of lights into the unknown…
Until …
Blackness grows behind eyelids images of a young girl
arms wide towards the sea as
baby turtles poking their heads out of soft blue shells
trudging towards the ocean
Dreaming of kids in Africa, skeletal hands reach out
skin stretched over potbellies
dark eyes just begging for love.
Memories scratched in my mind:
my prom dress is just a mermaid skin drying thin
Whimsical laughs caught in the atmosphere
kissing smoke rings
playing with fire
sparklers dancing across the night -
our makeshift Northern Lights.
I remember winter nights as we looked skyward
bouncing in the bellies of snow trying to capture winter’s frost
Glass bones crunch under covers
nails carve into sunken eyes
peeling eyelids back like Band-Aids
facing the mirror, my body screams
WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE.
Florescent bulbs flash across pale skin
skin flows over thin waistlines
red embroidery decorate white paper skin
Revealing scars society had carved
as the TV rings on,
you will never be good enough
I haven’t seen my face in a clear light in two years.
Try to recreate dreams Disney bestowed upon my childhood.
Stories aren't what they used to be.
So many nights hunched over my journal
thoughts splatter across paper
plagiarizing what I have heard over afternoon coffee
because I have yet to discover the beauty of silence.
Words on my journal pages dance and swing
now I rip pages out of my journal because it’s better than tearing at skin.
I write for heartbreak, for love, for the pillow clutchers
the dreamers, the young.
These words screaming out on this page are yours to use.
My poems are just vehicles to get me through to the early hours of morning
aqua beads bejewel their webs
Fall into constellations: spears piercing elephants
lions prey on young zebra.
past millions of lights into the unknown…
Until …
Blackness grows behind eyelids images of a young girl
arms wide towards the sea as
baby turtles poking their heads out of soft blue shells
trudging towards the ocean
Dreaming of kids in Africa, skeletal hands reach out
skin stretched over potbellies
dark eyes just begging for love.
Memories scratched in my mind:
my prom dress is just a mermaid skin drying thin
Whimsical laughs caught in the atmosphere
kissing smoke rings
playing with fire
sparklers dancing across the night -
our makeshift Northern Lights.
I remember winter nights as we looked skyward
bouncing in the bellies of snow trying to capture winter’s frost
Glass bones crunch under covers
nails carve into sunken eyes
peeling eyelids back like Band-Aids
facing the mirror, my body screams
WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE.
Florescent bulbs flash across pale skin
skin flows over thin waistlines
red embroidery decorate white paper skin
Revealing scars society had carved
as the TV rings on,
you will never be good enough
I haven’t seen my face in a clear light in two years.
Try to recreate dreams Disney bestowed upon my childhood.
Stories aren't what they used to be.
So many nights hunched over my journal
thoughts splatter across paper
plagiarizing what I have heard over afternoon coffee
because I have yet to discover the beauty of silence.
Words on my journal pages dance and swing
now I rip pages out of my journal because it’s better than tearing at skin.
I write for heartbreak, for love, for the pillow clutchers
the dreamers, the young.
These words screaming out on this page are yours to use.
My poems are just vehicles to get me through to the early hours of morning
