Linger

Linger

A Poem by MaybeDreams37

Freud, send me a dream from your moss-covered grave
Not a whisper, but a howl at the waning moon so that your voice disappears with the sunrise
A dream that cleanses my psyche with lamb's blood and inflates my ego with hell's helium
So I can give back, I need to give back.
Look at me, Gabriel, and crown me. Crown me karma, crown me weightless, crown me thorn-pearls
I cannot give any more than they've taken.

Oedipus, build me a fortress of "always" with stone gates to guard against "maybe"
So I can stay away, I need to stay away.
Look at me, Skinner, and box me
Box me potential, box me creation, box me infinite cookie-cutter shapeless sweet and burn my tongue
So that I might feel what you speak for me and you might linger in something concrete for the first time.

Leave character, fail teacher, die destiny.
Sing me a song I won't remember-no melody, no rhythm, no context-
and use every note until morning so it simply sounds like water in Earth's soundtrack
Cleanse and destroy
Run away and recycle

If you're going to help me, then hurt me
Shock me to reality with crimson truths that spring from the snow on Christmas and shake pine trees free of comfort.
Don't shelter, don't sugarcoat, don't pancake-smile
Just starve me, deprive me
Kick me when I'm down and give me no choice but to hate you
So I can love me.

God, sound me your trumpet to wake me
Lend me your staff to write my own destiny
Find me a field untarnished
Virgin landscape, open skyline, un-dimmed stars
Give me Picasso and Motzart and Lennon
Give me free

I cannot give anymore than they've taken.
I need to linger in something concrete for the first time.
Run away and recycle
So I can love me
Free.

© 2013 MaybeDreams37


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If you're going to help me, then hurt me
Shock me to reality with crimson truths that spring from the snow on Christmas and shake pine trees free of comfort.
Don't shelter, don't sugarcoat, don't pancake-smile
Just starve me, deprive me
Kick me when I'm down and give me no choice but to hate you
So I can love me.

Beautiful write...who could not love this..the words above are inspired.
Admiration.....Scott

Posted 11 Years Ago


MaybeDreams37

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking the time to comment. I am glad you enjoyed this piece.

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