Translucent image of myself
Yet I am individual?
I, this glim little soul
Within the abundant life we see
I can see within my soul
What have I become?
This is not me
Nor a faded image of myself
Where am I going?
Why such a fearful existence?
I wish to capture this
This moment of clarity
This moment of true rediscovery
For I may not grasp it all in time.
As the wind blew across his neck, his entire life began to reply itself in his mind.
The birth of his three children and the many times of great joy he has experienced.
He thought to himself, “It is really over? Have I lost everything?”
A single tear began it’s desent down his face and as it slowly met the tip of his nose, his cell phone rang, vibrating against his chest.
He contemplated whether to answer it for some time and as the third ring began he picked it up.
It was little Stephanie, “Daddy, don’t forget the treats for Lizzie!” she exclaimed!
His heart stopped as he mustered up his reply, “I’ll remember my little moon glow” he said softly.
Hanging up the phone, he stepped of the ledge and fell to the ground.
For a moment, he lay there sobbing. Not with tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. It was overwhelming to him that the thought even crossed his mind.
With so much beauty and love in his life, what are a few set backs?
Only a reason to try harder. So he took himself down from his almost end and the only thing on his mind was making it home in time for supper.
#583-55-9355, are you statistically existing?
I see you are student #981-03-1730 at college #034.
You work at store #23 and your financial organization is #125055, where you deposit your paycheck for $500.00 in to account #56307098.
Your current address is 1202 4th Ave, #305 in city #55121.
Enjoy your individuality?!
Her undeniable beauty
Her soot, her grime
Her perpetual strength
So easily overlooked
As only you know how
Then you and only you
Shall be the wiser
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Past times building memories,
As slowly present fades.
Faces less familiar
And loved ones hard to find.
Here I stand left looking
Still searching within this nothingness.
Farewell, sweet distant reality.
Innocence loves evil as hours pass us by.
Minutes close to seconds
And seconds now to dust.
Pastimes built the memory
That life has now erased.
Let it open, let it be, Release this.
A dead horse driven chariot,
this stage coach, life calls fate.
Optimistic chances for pessimistic minds.
Believe this, release this, proceed this.
A gypsy man once held my hand
And said he knew my future.
He moaned and hummed a gypsy hum
And tickled me with a feather.
He closed his eyes and with a sigh…
He gasped and choked and staggered,
“Your life is gone, yet you’re still here!
I’m puzzled as to why yet?”
I laughed at him and then I smiled
“Well that explains my sleepless nights
And horrific cries for mercy.”
I must have been a bad, bad girl
This life’s not life, but hell you see
With hurt I burn eternally.
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