Treading Such Deep Waters

If this plane is heading for certain demise,

I’ll turn the volume up to my favorite song

And sing along.

Let the volume swallow me in and spit me out,

Plane pieces flying about,

Hit the ocean floor and wash to shore,

Waking up with eyes wide open

And my mind cleared,

Holding my heart up high and proud,

Saying “I survived the worst!”

The world stopped and stared,

Shaking its head solemnly -

“Oh honey you have not seen a single thing.

Not one disaster has touched you,

Not a whirlpool of danger neared you-

the worst is yet to come.”

It decided to put my song on repeat -

an redundant fall into the ocean blue.

“At least you’ll have something to fall into,” it smiled,

“Others fall and never return,

but Darling, you learned about swimming,

and so you’ll swim, swim, swim.

You’ll never stop treading these waters

or singing your song

so let’s just sing along

and survive the worst.”

I nodded in consent

Held my breath,

And sang my melody for the entire ride.

Always Running.

Mis.                              Communication.

Miss.                   You.

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I'm  R- U- N- N- I- N- G                                                late. 

New Poem...

“Lost in Time”

I hold broken clocks.

My face distorted

in the reflection of

cracked glass surfaces.

Someone pry my fingers

from their accusing faces.

1,2,3,4,5,6,

7,8,9,10,11,12....

The undying echo of

the number of my mistakes.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

It's a mad song,

and I can't sing along.

Complicated gears and screws-

these clocks are beyond repair.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds...

An understanding seeps

from the inner-most box

of my elusive mind,

and the seeping spreads,

warming my icy grip

on the mocking time keepers.

I drop them.

One by one, delicately smashing.

The numbers scattering.

I watch the final crash! of glass.

Gears flying about,

and I free myself

of this mess,

knowing that they are not

meant to be repaired,

but that I am.

Reading Between the Lines. Let My Words Cry.

Her Lovely Fate (An Original)

A girl bound to hopes and dreams

stared out across the endless sea.

Salty mist and gloomy clouds

and bitter tears are what called her out.

A grainy blanket warmed her feet,

the only comfort she received.

Eyes to waves, the connection was made.

A bond, a cord of the strongest emotion.

Her heart beat with the crash of the waves

and she tossed it out to satisfy her crave.

And forever it remains.

They called out to her, the other ones,

so she kissed her love good-bye.

But while away, she cried and cried,

“My heart is gone! I will surely die!”

She fled from that place and journeyed in haste.

Her love awaited, forever stalemated

between rocks and sand and grassy land.

The wooden pier splintered her feet,

her heart now at a faster beat.

The storm raged like an animal caged

as she cried out, “My love, I'm back! My heart, I'm back!”

The ocean spray, salty and light,

never brought her so much delight.

The others arrived in worry, spotted her and ran in a hurry.

Their cries, their yells, and shouts of fear

could not pass the ocean to her ears.

She closed her eyes, arms spread to fly,

and leaped from the balcony's wooden side.

The icy waters hugged her lungs,

welcoming her from her loving plunge.

The salty waves held her in a tie,

and she fervently hoped there to die.

In a lover's embrace, forever encased,

her body floats there

and forever remains.