Clarity in MadnessA Poem by MinnieFinding clarity in
the madness is what I do best. Make it another day
just to over stress, my mess is the best. Stained shirt, not
able to care for the makeup clowns. White out my
mistakes. A string of flaws,
make the glory days. Open my mind only to shield
my feelings. Drink a beer or two I
know I will sleep well. Refuse to wear pants,
my life is too simple to be fake. I want to stop, I
want to sleep, but that’s a dream. Laughing at the
dreams you have/had makes the failure sting less. Super glue your
broken mirror, seven years bad luck, glue my hands together. Rip the skin off,
shed the light and fold underneath the blanket at night. Make a wish, close
your eye, but don’t sleep. The body of betrayal. Loyal to the wrong
jester, make it look professional. Type away your life,
act as if you care. Take another shot,
take another pill, it’s time to get real. Party is over, drunk
and hung over luckily I was not invited inside. A tired brain is a
good brain, be smart, be pale, be tan, be gone. Seemingly obvious, not
clear enough. Golden gates may open
but you would rather climb the wall Damn this yellow
wallpaper. Laugh at the best
idea ignore your worst fears. Jumped off the cliff,
I am your true gift. Dawn, noon, late too
late, too early. Make it easy even
though it’s too hard. Glimpse into the
royal life, makes you want to commit homicide. Stars on the mind,
shows the blind why they are better off. Seeing is not
believing, but leaving is leaving. A wedding dress is a
promise, as is to a lie to a good marriage. I show the true
colors, even if they are pale. Seemingly too far to
walk, but easy to drive. Out of gas and out of
time. Travel around the world
and realize how small you are. Blonde beauty is all.
But she will fall with no one to catch her. I think of the past,
and want to sleep. Design a sign, only
to go the wrong way. Be a star, be a no body. Make a band, drink to
the moon and back. I miss the gory details
of my pattern. A cry for help is
unheard, so you make a plan. The plan is to have a
plan as to have a plan. As she started to
drown you were not her light. Blurry and easy, just
like that she was gone. He wrote the obituary,
yeah life is scary. Make it, fake it,
love it, stay away from it. A letter for the
deceased is only a treat. May I read, may I feel? A tears here, a
scream there, a punch everywhere. Yes, I still walk
around in my underwear. The last light, is
always the brightest and hardest to fade away. © 2016 MinnieReviews
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