Queen Crow

I refused to pick up this pen and vent the words etched in my mind
An invisible ball to float upon my thoughts like a sing a long as each letter forms a sentence I prolonged to utter from my mouth
See an hour ago I voiced an option to stop a queen in her tracks without a word back
So in reflection I said what made valiant knights like me turn back time
Forsake our granted title and become an ordinary citizen again
I could lie, say I don't know what left my mouth to make cricket sounds
Though I'd just prove I had a plan in mind to execute, just poorly executed or maybe more
When in truth I'm bad at this stuff
I always have been
This isn't a poem anymore
This isn't anything but I'll pass it off as my forte for I dont know what else to call it but a journal entry for my thoughts
My thoughts sporadic as they may be go back to this queen I write this parchment for on a parachute for it to fly to her
Delivered to her doorstep
I tried to avoid a cliche, avoid a trend I keep committing to
So here the joke is on me, laugh please
Smile beautifully majestic queen, your majesty
Enters a talented marvelous spectacle, grand arrival of this masterpiece
A walking sculpted painting, a marble who has shaken from it's foundation in a still depiction to walk among the living
An exaggerated beauty one can't simply take their eyes away from let alone mine
A queen for eternity but I've only held her eyes briefly, months brief months but she makes months into years
And these years felt like decades since I've last held her in my grasp
A prince to her rescue
Yet in this brief hour, I've questioned my standing
As I always do when my response gains not a reaction nor an answer
Believe me I know the possibilities of human boredom with mundane conversation
I know the life outside a bubble can be very hectic, rambunctious, loud, exciting
Trust me, I know this entire universe doesn't revolve around me
But these are mine, my thoughts and worries mixed into a soup that I just can never know
That I have to stop and consider the possibility I wont hear a thing for at least a week
Pretend like I wasn't awaiting some type of signal I didn't drive the queen into a temporary safari to capture the elegance of nature to forget unpleasantries
But excuse my melancholy, I know I've been through this before 
I know I sound like a broken record but I can't fix the creases in my film with alcohol
I can only ponder possibilities that elude me just like she does as I wander her castle wondering where she could be
But she's a queen, she has more duties to add to her throne than to entertain me
She doesn't owe me a thing
Which is where I think I go wrong
She owes me not a thing 
Yet still I prose options like I have leverage to accept abundant gifts in return like I'm entitled to the concept
When honestly I'm entitled to nothing, I just enjoy her presence
And you might call my confidence at an all time low
But no it's at an all time medium, I just know the time to fess up when someone is out of length to reach
I just know the time to put a foot in my mouth, to cease the constant flood of nonsense to flow from it
An hour to think, yet it only took nearly half the time to voice my pink and discomforts once again
Is this queen my pink and discomfort? 
I'm uncertain for I have to read my monologue once again
But for this one to end, I don't know what to say so I'll use one last line that has no real price
A queen to a prince says chase me, conquer my world of chaos and succeed in taking my hand in majestic happiness
A peasant to a queen says I have no fear, for the hand I seek stands shining above the rest, a miracle to behold, an astonishing wonder beyond words to exclaim, how I wish the day would cease in a standstill for I have the length of many seconds to adore a wish granted upon shooting star
To gaze upon her face, a second sun living upon land

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016



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