Reflections in the Subaru by Lauren Randall and Sage Hoyt (classic book list .TXT) 📖

it was for you I fell
Please God give me courage to say what must be said
You are a fire burning in my head

Low (senses)

"Hello sweetie, how are you today?"
Fine until I saw you
streaks across my mind in bold letters
but I mumble a normal answer
and sit on the crackly, white paper
the smell of clorox and cleaner
burning in my nose

Her cold, clammy fingers
roll up my starchy sleeve
until the pinch and plastic tug on my skin
reflect in my eyes.
Reflect fear.
Reflect the annoyingly bright colors on the walls.
Didn't notice before, but now everything looks sick.

She moves like a snake
sliding the needle into my skin
the sound of blood filling an
empty tube.
The dulle ache that won't go away
swallowed and stinging in my eyes
even when it's over.

Growth of a Wilted Heart

The reflection of me is an outline of a seed
Naked in the eye of judgment
Growth perturbed
Rumbled by whispered fallacies

To see the blooming image
Scampering beneath the shadows between the bags of your eyes
Understand why you tell these lies
Where is my second preface?

Disappointment is my reality
Equivalent to the crushed spirits of Sylvia Plath
A tomorrow is resurrected from this cemetery of nonsense

Let's Play a Game....

I craved to move on, to be completely sane
But you made it a challenge, a crossword of pain
I couldn’t find the words dealing with closure
Only the ones plain with exposure

To decode the message, never real
I try to uncover how you feel
The pages of the puzzle blotted with tears
I can’t figure out the next word, I’m so mind blocked with your fears

My endless search for clues, hoping for fate
But it’s always missing one letter spelling out hate
Distance is clear, though I want you near
I miss the presence, nervous liking but never love

I hate this never ending game, this trivial bust
Your expressions fill my voids, encourage my trust
Make up your mind, what do you want?
Stop this madness, end this taunt

Do it for you or better for me
Years have been wasted, heartbroken tasted
Now leave me be.

Look out below

Paranoia, the bomb decimates passive minds
Victims left with merciful begs
Trust and confidence evaporated into particles of self-beating
Destruction of all outer realms of possibility

Consumption absorbs the streets like an aftershock of fear
Fickle emotions of patient friends
Freed minds are the intuition to live with smiles
Unplug the generator to negative strides

Thank you.

Relentless worries you’ve held me close
During the blindness of happiness true
Fight we must to end our just
A replica image in the mist of bloom
Tattered soul, free spirit
Dealt with pain, mistakes often never made
As cliché as this may sound but honestly it’s so profound
I’ll always love you

The Final Chapter: a new beginning

I turned the pages to the end of my life
Reminisced the love and mishaps, no strife
Obscenities of a true virgin the eloquent lessons burned
years wrinkled innocence, perpetually churned

feel goods, my personal two face, eroded character down
rebellion, a waste, made no impact profound
weightless days made everything alright, never was a screamer
uplifted thoughts from those posivtive dreamers

those rooftop nights, twilight rides
are my little safe keepings buried inside
upon reminisced is a permanent smile

Runaway sunsets

I used to view my soul as bricks
pulled straight and taught and true
I thought I would stand strong
and never come un-glued

but you twisted my world's round shape
and knocked my colors askew
you took my hand and breath and fate
until all I saw was you

and here we stand,
tip toe the cliff's frail edge
you're about to jump with wings
and leave hope's pathway hedged

And though it might be brave to follow,
to jump and keep you close
I know my weight would leave you hollow
so harder still, I just let go

I wish you knew the pains I hold
as I watch you paint the sky
I wish you saw the ocean tears
that plummet from my eyes

To know you won't rescue me
or even miss my face
to know that as I heave through rocks
you're soaring on un-based

But I let go
because I know
that there are treasures stored for a later time
resting on the patience of not understanding why

I'm moving the stones, crafting her bones, and sanding the bitter edge
so when you return, fiery and learned
the ledge Wont be so steep
so when you return my mind will be whole
and my river will flow as deep

I'm so tired

I’m so tired
can’t hardly sleep
Please just consider me
another sigh among your lovely things

I wanted a fuss
…but now I’m not so sure
the compliments are woolen swaddlings
on a golden spring blur

Didn’t intend to come off sad
just another pathetic poetic whine
groaning beneath the weight of the Mad
and the tremblings of courage-less times

The dreams and the hopes and the first-star wishes
taught me only how to cry
The truth and the forces of un-still fruitions
buckle the seat-belts on my flights

I want to be rescued
I want to cry loud
but what I want is unheard
with my head in the clouds

So with cradled passions and lapsing resolve
I can’t help but ask you
“Where do you turn,
when you can’t turn at all?”