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Derra Sabo Poem
Life had meaning, passion, depth and composure all shaken
together in a Neverland globe, were believing that just wanting
to be an innocent soul forever was enough...to fl y around the
starry night, fl owing over the pain, worries, darkness and
heartbrake that usually plumit you down from contentment...
life was simple…life was good...
The day and i use to be close friends, now just mere
aquaintences as it continuously mocks me by viciously
counting down my stolen hours until nightwould invade my
world...what my sunkissed enemy doesnt know is that night
and i are like jack and sally, destined to be amazing friends
forever...
Lounging upon my bed, gazing at my moonlit world while
glowing tunes swim in my ears putting my mind and heart
in a hypnotizing and theraputic intoxication...nights passing
by leaving a bittersweet sense of calmness wrapped in fear...
lost in my own nightmares that penatrate my thoughts and
overloaded memories, leaving me with an unwanted gift of
tainted love...
Stalking me with messages on my voicemail that ive lost
control of my fate...my heart vs. my nightmares...winner take
all...
Caught in a twisted game, my nightmares angling to color
my heart a shade of midnight black and blow up my soul...my
soul anxiously scheming for an exit door to escape with my
golden heart intact and pumping...hoping that my soul doesn’t
burn out from these endless tests...
objective: take me...brake me...save me
my purpose is to nostagically slay the darkness and creep it
back down to the underworld of vampires and warewolves...
Nightmares purpose to permanently imprison my heart in a
rubics cube of distain and mindlessness...
In the end it all comes down to one of lifes more
impressionable lessons, everything happens for a reason...
everything…ponder that for a moment...swish it around in
your mind, taste those lingering words on your tongue…
EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON!!
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Bag packed and ticket in hand, to the door i head...
one punch, two punch, three punch.. i hit the ground
prismatic black skies studed with diamonds surround me
as i stand in the middle of my fantasy heart, wearing the mos
beautiful pillow talk pink gown. coming towards me is my
dark princs, wearing the most dashing black suit with pink
accents. he takes my hand, spins me around and we dance in
each others arms for what seemed like forever and always.
his refl ection in my eyes, his in mine..feeling so safe
my bliss interupted by strange voices asking me if i know
where i am..
my eyes open and all i see is white...white walls, white
bed, blanket machines and a white chair in the corner being
occupied by a familiar face...
“you have changed your future”
“hi popee, how are you?”
“you’re going to be ok”
“i love you”
“i love you too popee”
i fade back to reality...doctors and nurses surrounding me..
“ms. sabo youre going to be just fi ne”
“can you tell me what you remember?”
“i remember, but would rather not go down that road right
now”
“well just rest and dont worry, the cuts and bruises will
heal with minimal scaring. you’ll be back to your normal self
in no time”
yeah right, normal...whatever that is. my eyes grow heavy
and i slowly drift away back to my fantasy heart. to the one
place where i feel safe. if only my fantasy heart were reality,
then maybe...just maybe..my heart wouldnt have felt such
pain...
derra...derra, its 7:30...time to get up
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This is for those who hide their heads and their hearts in
the hoods of their hoodies, hiding from the peripheral world
and sinking into their carpal tunnel world, who let the lyrics
from their ipod vibrate their eardrums and drown out the days
ambient sounds,
To those who are the sleepless that lie awake in their beds
as the giant crickets serenade them outside the window with
blue love songs as the glowing rock in the sky illuminates all
the dreaming minds
To those who’ve unstitched their hearts from their sleeves
and tucked them away inside a titanium steel chest, so that
no other swords may penetrate the scar graveyard and so the
cracked heart won’t split any further
To those who are guarded and only reveal their true selves
when the ink flows out from the tip of the pen onto a blank
page, where letters form the words that form the true eloquence
of the writer’s soul
To those who are searching the woods trying to find
the tree with the christmas tree door on it,
to find our something more,
to find our “what’s this”...
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what do i see when i look at you?
i see a forever golden heart, a heart whos ambitions
and primal inspriations fl ow through my mind like sweet
memoires...
i see my dark prince who is forever rebuilding my broken
heart and reassuring me that i will be ok...
i see a man that cares so deeply for every passion in others
hearts, who mends the tears owned by family and friends
before his own...
a boy that sees the world and living in 3-D neon colors,
who realizes that everything is not as it seems...
he is that forever golden heart that understands the pain of
a broken soul and doesnt drown the truth of sadness.
now…what do you see when you look at me??
maybe you see a disabled heart living in a perfect light,
longing for a sence of placement...
perhaps you see the marvelous sparkle in the premature
dreams swimming around my mind, prismatic plans of
embelishing my mark on this imperfect world before we come
to the end of our ultimate road trip...
or, in my worst case senario, its possible you see that i am
nothing mores than a broken down and burned apart spirit
whos damaged to no point of possible rescue...
now...would you like to know what i hope you see??
i hope you see the most beautiful train wreck to have ever
pulled into God’s station...
i hope you see a girl whos mind sees her life like a neon
spectrum...
i hope you see a woman whos love, friendship and scared
soul are nothing but true...
a forever glowing heart whos biggest dream in life is to be
the best of herself she can possibly be...
until then, i reside in the mystical land where my dreams
spiral like shooting stars, passing my days with thunder storms
and occassional sunbeams... Welcome!!
Copyright © Derra Sabo | Year Posted 2012
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