Under the Midnight SkyA Poem by Kristin LeeWe create our own destinyOn this dark, lazy night When the clock strikes midnight And its chimes ring like cannon fire Through the cool, crisp air The sound will be tenderly caressed By a freckled veil of lovely lace Hovering like a diamond and rhinestone painting Above our usual place Instead of consuming endless jolts of caffeine That perpetuate nothing more than a dismal “buzz” Let’s blow this stagnant popsicle stand Void of tomorrow’s dreams I’m tired of sifting through the hour glass Like someone else’s sand I want to succumb to the extreme In hopes that it will deliver my dreams Tonight, let’s commander our destiny! An eternity can be spent waiting for that moment, That one perfect moment But if you keep waiting while life passes you by Eventually, you’ll get left behind; Life waits for no one, not even patiently On the fringe, or in the mix It doesn’t really matter Can’t you see? As long as destiny is ignored Love will always be the over sung hero Swooping in to deliver quivering hearts Salvation from loneliness, nothing more. Fear lives to be the villain I was born to kill - - Life lived in shades of fear containing a swift death, The duality in me will fight until there’s nothing left. Self loathing exists to silently mocks us all, The mirror casts reflections sharper than a fleshing knife In their ripples lies the place where childhood was lost And the helpless cell where our dreams are trapped. But tonight, on this dark, lazy night When the clock strikes midnight Under a freckled veil of lovely lace Where destinies are foretold We can take control. Using rough shards of carbon Borrowed from the brilliant sky We’ll carve the path our hearts have always known The path that lifts us to our purpose And repeals the negativity that’s hooked into our skin So that we may finally know what it means to fly. © 2013 Kristin LeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKristin LeePortland, ORAboutI write with a no holds barred attitude, wielding my pen like a dagger to carve tales of fiction entwined with hard and bitter truths. My work generates bold, sometimes dark and devious stories that .. more..Writing
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