Smile-Scented Scenery
I plucked flower petals
Thinking about the lashes
That fell from your eyelids
They were like
Sparklers to the wind
Your shadow grounded
All deception of
Ethereal misconceptions
I still cannot get over
How we've intertwined
With time—
While writing songs
To our heartbeats
And disregarding the tuning
Of our instruments—
We wrote those songs
On the lines of our palms
You didn't believe in love
Yet you believed in oxygen
And thought that you
Were breathing?
Don't forget the times
When you held my hands
Into the smile-scented scenery
I put my beliefs in geology
And geometric harmonies
Perhaps just to feel some tangibility
Upon this spiritual quest—
Similar to when I used to wear
A cross caricature upon my chest
But now all these feelings
Are becoming unsuppressed
And all I crave, is clarity
All I long for, is clarity
All I've ever wanted, was clarity
So I gathered the flower petals
I plucked thinking about the lashes
That used to brush the tears
From your eyelids—
They fell like
Lamented leaves
From barren trees
And the countless stories
You recounted contain
Infinite inconsistencies
Of what human emotions
Should feel like
In harmony
Two halves won't
Tell the whole truth—
But half the truth
Should dismiss the
He-said
She-said
Truth or
At least half of it
Let me be your
Voice of reason
Your blood flowing
Like a river of innocence
Let it resonate
Let it flow
Let the melodies
Of our hearts
Lift the frowns caused
By past lovers
Friends, and acquaintances—
The type of feelings
That force city-street-kids
To nod their heads
Back-and-forth
In unison, or in agreement
Or in acceptance to their
Social status
I have been with people
Who have taught me
Right from wrong
And now I'm writing
My wrongs
People who have shown
Me the true me—
Only to further cripple
My chances of me
Living my life and
Becoming the me
My parents wanted
Me to be
Crippled
Crippled
Go to sleep child
Go to sleep
There's no time
For dreaming
So I continued
Sleep-walking until
I stood in silence
Listening to the wind
Echoing along the
Mountain ranges
Solitary movements
Passed in fragmented seconds
As I etched my narrative on
Footprints that were
In the dirt before me
We left our impressions
On tracks we were not
Intending to impress
For those fortunate enough
To find what we found---
Past to present
We've cultivated a
Positive connotation for
A concept of a family
I could have stared
At you forever and it
Still wouldn't have
Been long enough
To describe your
Burning glow—
It was so bright
While our love kept
Us grounded like
Two hearts carved
From hematite
I sensed the presence
Of branches in the
Distance, yet only
Felt the passion
Interlocked between
Fingers
We watered the Earth
With our
Sentimental tendencies
In a world that has
Lost its structure
I am eternally grateful
To have
Found my
Foundation
With you