Becoming fairy dustA Poem by thumbelinaTrust the Universe.
In the recesses of my mind, behind the candy-floss trees
And the glistening rainbow that is laced around my third eye, Lurk blistering bubbles coloured Crimson. They crawl patiently along vulnerable nerve endings. Hiding, lying in wait... It seems that every time I come alive, every time the air clears, Those scheming bubbles start to float around, again... Bursting with a sickening BANG as they bounce off the thorns produced by my thoughts. It becomes dizzying and nauseating, knocking me off balance. So I fall down to the deepest depths of fear. Now I'm trying to decipher the meaning behind the salted liquid drops streaming down my cheeks. I'm searching for the message buried at the root. There's a lesson to be learnt at every darkened turn. But the light isn't shining, so I can't see my findings. So I beg: Radiating sun, come grace me with your kiss Mother moon, guide me on my path Neptune, GIVE TO ME THE STRENGTH! I'm growing tired of this cryptic game, I never wanted to win in the first place, from where I stand competition is bleak. I'd rather us entwine our souls so we can bask in the glory as one. Let us join our energy, we will soar through the sky, Out into space; defy the laws of nature. Swirl ruthlessly through the Galaxy, omitting nothing but love! We can slither soundlessly in to black holes, and as we're reaching almost breaking point...... We EXPLODE! Becoming fairy dust. But as we fall back, softly to the earth, we are transforming. Condense into liquid drops with me. Rain down to kiss the flowers with me. Slip off as soulful drops with me, to be absorbed in to the fertile soil, by me... © 2014 thumbelinaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorthumbelinaUnited KingdomAboutI've only recently started to write poetry so I still have a lot of room for improvements. I write solely as a way of expressing my own thoughts and emotions. Every poem I share is a piece of myself t.. more..Writing
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