a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps through
i slowly watch the rug unroll
its clearer now,
a story unfolds
the faint echo of screaming
and the vision of blood shot eyes gleaming
tear stained curtains rip off the wall
the cracks aren’t just age,
they’re scars, i withdrawal
the hands of man destroyed her beauty
left her falling apart, while neglecting his duty’s
i can’t help but think
she’s stayed so strong throughout the years
still standing tall despite hers scars and constant fear
but,
she’s abandoned now, all withered and torn
at the hands of a man she once adorned
but beneath the surface her foundation stayed strong
it’s the beauty within that’s made her last this long.
We celebrated on a ship abroad in a coffee shop.
We took our order to go, the view of the street clear.
The people smiled and adored their conversation.
A debate of what to try.
What to order.
This delicious smell.
Brewed dark, served light.
Foam covered lips.
A slited cap to release steam.
And here we are merely afloat.
We blend into the flavor.
I don't think I'll find a place as great.
An iceberg has sunken our ship.
Stirred around until all has dissolved.
This sailboat of ours coming to an end.
Crashing against our lips.
Directly against our tastebuds.
With us the remains of sweet rummage and cream
She handed me a small box old, yet still neat; what a find
The seventies faces staring back reminded me of better times
Time to play, summers visiting grandparents and hope
The future will be amazing; just stay away from dope
Walking around in the woods up and down the hills
Time has a way of being ok then not; conflicting wills
Conflicting emotions cross my face.... should I let the box go
Or see if another day will be remembered inside that paper doll box so
I hide the box on my shelf now I look at the date and 1974 I see
I can't let go of that little girl; you see it would be letting go of me
Emotions run wild pensiveness, regret and saving grace
Happiness to see a friendly face and time travel to another place
Rummage sale keeper you are my friend
Tomorrow's memories you can lend
I rummage through my memories
Like a Meercat in the sand
The morning sun that warms my chest
Bringing solace to my land
Memories lined like domino's
Precariously arranged
Recollections stand like soldiers
Sentinels of ordered change
But tiny fingers scratch the sand
Like a digger at the grave
Disturbing everything below
Rearranging in the cave
For nothings ever as it seems
Sand is resting our dreams
Even the ground looks cold.
Your left hand wanders like a rabbit
nipping for green things in a dreamscape.
It looks like a hermit crab
on an ice floe in a conch shell.
I will just lay here anesthetized.
My knee swells in its cast like a rock in a bonfire.
We can go out soon and see all the mittens
and things we lost in the yard!
My palm’s tender tongue can not wait;
I hug you but you frown.
I hope you are sleeping.
It's morning and there is a trench in the yard
that was not there yesterday.
Your tires must have cut it sometime last night
when you left with your reasons.
A rabbit wanders through it like a tiny glacier.
It isn't able to find any green things.
The whole time I watch it my palm licks the heart-shaped wound
you scratched into my coffee table.
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