For Abigail Travis A small child sits in an empty room,
Few lightbulbs hang overhead. The last lightbulb still glowing, Once a strong light, Now a dimming struggle. They all droop from their cord, As though they have already given up. But one stays lit. Sadly, the darkness around her Penetrates her glow. To the other light bulbs, Already dark and dead, She is foreign. She was never able to Express herself to them. She was afraid to be herself. But to the child, She was the one motivator, To keep going when things got tough. What was it about this lightbulb That made her so overjoyed? She didn’t know, But whatever it was, She couldn’t live without it. When the other light bulbs Saw the darkness next to them, They compensated for the loss By lighting matches and candles. Alas, the once-bright bulb Was neglected. The lightbulbs around her Thought just to bring back the light, Without remembering the existence Of the once-light bulb. They did not appreciate her As lit, They never thought of her, When dim. The child did not notice That the lightbulb was dimming, Until it was too late. Encompassed in darkness, After the lightbulb couldn’t hold on Any longer, The child bawled. She cried not only because She was sitting in darkness, But because she didn’t express her feelings To the light bulb sooner, Before it was too late. The child regretted That she wasn’t able to help. She struggled to think of her life Without the light bulb. Each tear she shed Represented the emotions That she didn’t reveal to her in time. Death only destroys The ones who really know, And love for the forever gone Keeps them crying. -- DeLarge
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Sometimes you realize
That the very thing that drew you in, Now pushes you out. - Halcyon They say I began
On that sunny Monday morning. I was held in my mother's arms And blinked in the harsh flourescent lighting, Breathing in the air of endless possibilities. But I know the truth. I began in the sloping curve of my father's forehead, In his small, percieving ears, In his insatiable curiosity And urge to know more. I began in the cascade Of my mother's thick, black hair And the happiness of her smile. I was her Indian defiance and freedom, And her perseverance and courage. I began in my grandmother's chocolate eyes, In her need to satisfy And do everything Fabulously. I began in my great grandmother's clumsiness, In every fall, stumble, and trip. I started in her childlike naivete, The way her eyes lit up when she was excited. I was in her passionate, powerful voice, Rising and falling, Never stopping. I began much, much earlier Than that Monday morning. - Halcyon The phone rang twice
She picked it up and said Hello And then I saw it The phone The silence And the freeze. She says something But I can’t really hear her And I know she can’t really hear her Her mouth is slightly open And it would have been funny If things were different. The phone rang twice She picked it up and said Hello That was all that happened That’s it And then I saw it The phone The silence And the freeze. -Atlas I need to leave,
Get away, Get out of this house Where your words bounce around in my skull And echo... Worthless Divorce Tired I am so, so tired. I leave. I am in the streets now, Running to the beat of my own heart. I end up in a hurricane of swirling lights, Of voices that rise and fall Like waves The city is bright at night. You talk about religion. How it matters. But why do I need yours, When mine is a religion of late nights, Deafening silences, And wondering. Just wondering. You said it would be okay, This fight didn't matter. That after this fight, It would all be over. But you said that After every fight. It hurt. And it mattered. - Halcyon The world only seems to be full of bad things
Until you look and realize That for every nightmare that plagues your sleep, There is a dream That you never want to leave. For every crushing, oppressive period of darkness, There is a light That is bright enough to show you That the monsters are only in your head. For every realization that life is too short, Hard, Or not worth it, There is a moment When you feel Infinite. It takes a villain To forget the good in the world. It takes a hero To find it. - Halcyon I asked my son once
To tell me what it looked like when the sun set On the ocean. I knew that the sand would be stuck in between my toes That cool air would rush through my ears But you can’t touch a sunset You can’t hear it or smell it You can’t even taste it So what good, then, is a sunset to a blind old man like me? He placed his hand gently on mine, fingers on fingers. “Like that,” he said. He pulled something out and handed it to me. It was a glass bowl--smooth, round, and cool to the touch. “Like that,” he said. He handed me a piece of cotton. I trailed my fingers over it, trying to memorize every detail. “Like that,” he said. “Except more.” Like that. Alright. But I cannot imagine anything More beautiful than this. -Atlas Afternoon light
On old brick buildings Glinting on asphalt And cheap plastic. The streets are cramped with cars Sluggishly hurrying to go somewhere I’d like to open the window but I’d just choke on air Stained with exhaust. Cracks in the cobblestones don’t bother me as much As the cigarettes lodged in them. I look out the window Squinting through the harsh sunlight Noticing trees People Buildings We’re going somewhere but Those people on the side of the road aren’t. I’d talk to them but I’ve been told that This city is not always safe And people are not always kind. So I never do. If I had six words to describe this place, They’d be ‘It might have been beautiful once.’ -Atlas You danced
Winking in and out of existence Flickering to a song only you could hear. Indefinable Indescribable No one could stop you And no one could keep you Your light was too bright Too fierce to be contained Or understood. You weren’t here to last. No, you were here and gone in an instant A single, devastating instant Of warmth and fire and fury And then you were gone Leaving nothing behind you but a forest full of ashes And strange afterimages Burned into my retinas. -Atlas With a smile on my face I lie to you Hiding my emotions In order to stay friends I wish we could have more Going from friends to something more But that’s just a dream The dream that got away Looking for my answer To the questions Acting like I don’t care But I do Throwing away feelings Preserving friendship Putting on a fake smile Looking for the way Hoping that it will go away So I can stop acting So we could hold one another To get rid of the cold feeling The feeling that stops me From telling you what I feel Until I can talk to you I will wait till the day I stop acting -Apollo |
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