High

I get a little bit higher

And I can't make sense

 

The things around me are jumbled into pains

Different colors

Different shades

 

The mud I roll around in every day

Begins to look like a field of flowers

Until I get a little bit higher

And look down on the pit I live in

 

And then I need to get high

I need to get higher

 

Higher than the struggle

Higher than the pain

Swimming in between the clouds

Swimming in the music of my mind

 

And then the tears

Aren't quite as heavy

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

This is so beautiful ,so dreamy,yet so painful
I get higher,cant make any sense..things around are filled with pains of all colors and shades
I roll in the mud each day,it looks like a field of lowers,and I feel higher and look down on the pit I live in
need to get higher ,higher than pains,between the clouds ,living in the music of my mind
yet the tears still come ,not as heavy though
very strong words , living in a very different world..so real ,so ugly,painful
lovely write..

[Kelley]

Cool write Kaela
and then I got high.......smiles

Great write!!! Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[S. Georgia]

I'm not the best at criticism, but I do believe that this poem can only be described as beautiful. It's hard to really describe it in any other way.

[BjH]

"And then the tears
Aren't quite as heavy"

very good closing lines. I think if you said anymore you could spoil this

Cheers

Benjamin

[oranges_melt]

that was beautiful, i really liked that, very true, ppl can relate to this =)