Silhouette Dreaming

Silhouette Dreaming

A Poem by Reika
"

Is it really there? Or am I dreaming?

"

Sitting here


I stare at the clear, glittering sap.

Seeping slowly,

dripping through my ceiling panels.

At the moment,

I am peeling,

at the layers of strangers,

that I've placed

around the core that I call,


“Me”


Did I say me?

I meant,“Her”


Unintentionally,


I sought identity

in a being,

apart from me,

whom I thought whole.


Coincidentally,


identity was found,

but not within my shell,

but within another,

softer bell,

whose tune rang stronger

than mine ever could.


Those thoughts echoed through my chambers,

forced their way out of my throat,

and transformed themselves in to small utterances,

spoken to myself.


Those true, sharp words slid

and sliced my spirit in two.


Bring me back to the pool.

How I wish I could bathe myself in those waters.

How I wish my tongue could taste the cool liquid

That a drop could fall onto my lips and quench this thirst,

rush through my body,

and heal my rusty joints.


The dreams weren't worth it.


This reality,

dangling upon its string,

pours drops of dew upon my face,

burning,

leaking into my pores,


infecting me


I feel my limbs,

trembling.

My chambers,

d i s a s s e m b l e.




I Remember.




Stop




and listen...


I hear nostalgic songs,

that warm my soul.


...Are you there?


...


...Do you hear me calling?


...


I close my eyes...


That cold, rattling breeze,

coming out from the window,

the only thing I hear...



...besides my heart.




It's lonely.




Beating...

slowly...


Beating...

slower...


Bringing...

     me

closer...



to that place again.

© 2010 Reika


Author's Note

Reika
I doubt that it flows well...it's not really supposed to. Most of it was just me writing down the things I've been thinking about. Lately, I've been envisioning images rather than thinking with words, so these words are just representing the images/movies that have been coming up in my mind. For a while, I only had the first part written down, and then I just came back to it tonight, and finished it. Honestly, I think, that if you are in a rush while reading this, it will suck more than it should.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

302 Views
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on June 11, 2010
Last Updated on June 11, 2010

Author

Reika
Reika

Kanagawa, Japan



About
My heart sings a gentle song and whispers softly in your ear and your ear alone I'm not the best writer in the world. Hell, I'm not even close to decent. But I love writing, none the less. W.. more..

Writing
Foreign Soil Foreign Soil

A Poem by Reika


Zassou Zassou

A Poem by Reika