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Daniel Mcconnell Poem
After it all came down and dust was settling along the sidewalk, a small bird
landed on the re bar and sang a song that unraveled a truth that existed
underneath these distractions. It sang: "I believe the truth is such; we create in
our own minds and what we believe to be true manifests itself in our
distractions." I continued down the walk and came upon a beggar who asked for
some change in exchange for wisdom. "What can you offer me?" I asked
sharp. "A chance to realize that we are one person, and the whole we create is
non-existant without you." I laughed and threw him a quarter, and picked up my
stride, from behind me I heard him say: "Whatever you do, don't look back." I
turned around and no one was there. Soon I arrived at my home, sat in my lazy
boy recliner listening to the words spoken to me today. I thought if the truth is
something we create and every person is connected, how are we able to
disagree? And from the back of my mind I answered my own question, Wanting.
Longing. The need for what we don't need. The excess. The money. The fame.
The success. The glamour. The overall sense of acceptance. Community by
exclusion. We need to forget what we want to remember. In essence we want
what we don't need and need what we don't need. Circles of lies. We need to lie.
Without lies there is no truth. And what an obvious answer. So much loss. So
much pain, boiled down to morals. Now this idea I have shrugged off as fancy.
And as those words float further and further away, I reach for the control and lose
myself in distraction.
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I only said I hated you because you made me forget about someone. Windswept
and entwined on the beach your amber eyes froze me in place. And I wanted to
tell you to leave me alone, that I was content with hurting, but you dressed my
wounds without blinking. Now the moon and the stars, the waves and the sand
are etched in my mind...
Now my heart was racing and my hands were shaking, I reached up and
pushed the hair from your eyes; their intensity was burning through my lies, it
was drying up my tears and insecurities, and when our lips met I felt like a child
again:
Innocent, Careless, and Free
Then you took me by the hand, and pulled me in the ocean, waist deep in crystal
water with a million tiny moons reflecting off the surface, our lip found each other
again and I thought to myself: So this is happiness? Then you said, "I'm so glad I
found you..." Looking in the abyss of your eyes I said "Yeah, so am I"
But I left right that evening, I never looked back but it hurt. And as the miles
build up between us, nothing can stop your voice from creating echoes, bouncing
off the walls in this room. Oh Adrianna I swear everything is true, I haven't slept
since the day I met you.
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You know you sing so sweet, in perfect time with my heartbeat, but never as
subtle as you pretend to be, are the secrets in which you've wrapped up in me,
but in keeping with the currents moods, we swing from regrets and loses, to
believe that dissapointments are not as common as we thought them to be, to
only look so high to protect our eyes from the light, and surrounding ourselves
with distractions. You are a beautiful person outside and in, and maybe your
attention was doing me in, but I never expected to see the end, and such is
existence when we become, the memories that hold us back, I've stepped to the
front and faced myself, the reflection was blurred, almost smeared, and I broke. I
fell into a thousand pieces, scattered from child to adult, and every person that
I've met, has taken some with them. So will I ever be complete? I thought I was,
but it was too short to be real, and I hope I can fill the empty spaces, with a
couple of new faces, and I think, with enough, that I'll be happy, or at least I can
pretend to be.
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I am no poet. I'm a liar. I see it and I mock it. I build it to destroy it. I live between
the letters. Theres nothing left for me see, nothing left except me, I haven't know
the person in the mirror for years. Or am I this? Questions fill my body, answers
are all around me, but I'm so dizzy from chasing them around, I can barely stand.
Every time I take a step, I fall three back. It isn't fun. These games aren't fun, but
they kill time. They kill the minutes between my falls. I knew you for a week and
drained you for your worth. I thought I was on the mend, but I guess its true when
the horse says ending is better than mending, so all I do is say I'm sorry, and it
gets me nowhere, but thats okay cause I have nowhere to go. I look up and watch
the sky heaving with its sobs, asking why it hurts so much, and he told me "the
world is a machine, and its people are its gears, most are in their place, while
some are in the teeth," Now I haven't moved since that day and my hearbeat is
getting weaker, but as long as I stay out of the way, I can disappear completely.
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