failing
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Wings out stretched, feathers fluttering in the wind.
"Don't go towards the sun," they said. "you'll fall to your death"
So Icarus stayed low
They tell me I don't know what it's like to be a grown up.
That life isnt as nice as I have it and once I'm an adult life is hell.
Let me tell you all something;
I am grown.
rock back and forth
though the baby has died.
clench the small cold hand.
look in to lifeless eyes.
this baby's your little girl.
gone long ago.
I'm sorry you loved her.
and failed to notice.
I was a man of industry
Wrought iron bars towards the distance
Eden was promising company
Reapers mowed through the gardens
Heavenly light begged for shadows
Peter sang out, "efficiency"
flakes are spiraling off
the metal that used to be strong
dependable
which didn’t matter
until I needed a handhold
oh the sky
the red, red sky
i see the fear,
the pain in your eyes
oh the red, the red red earth.
bathed in blood
bodies lay in the dirt.
oh the red.
the red, red sea
Overconfident and unstructured,
Never having been pushed to my limit,
Thinking about my potential future,
And all that came with it.
On the rocks within a course in which I had it all,
Fear of failing.
Fear of failing as a friend.
Fear of failing as a daughter.
Fear of failing as a girlfriend.
Fear of failing as a sister.
Fear of failing as a person.
Calling, Crashing
lights are flashing
what is happening?
this is maddening
storm and lightning
Fears are frightening
Put in writing
we can't fight it
Can't you stop it?
I had faith once
Never questioned, never thought of twice
I followed as hard as I could
Maybe even harder than i should've
I was on top, always trying to strengthen the foundation
Here I sit, once again, pondering why
Why did I take this class? Am I crazy?
I tap and tutter, releasing a sigh.
I don't understand; study more, lazy.
Chemistry, O Chemistry, thou art death.
Before I get an "E", let me explain something please,
I'm a very busy child and time always runs past me.
I know you've alerted us, but with myself I never discuss,
Living in a world where it’s a crime to be sad
If you aren’t starving or deprived…
Maybe, I’m just a whole lot of mad
When I can’t take a break from the things that craze me
The things that break me
yeah, teach, i’m aware i have glasses. i’m
also aware of what they mean to you – quiet,
shy, high honor roll. it’s not because i can’t see
three feet in front of me that i’m in the
first row.
Its hard not feel like a cow.
Trapped, packed in by the dozens, herded through the halls
But with bells to worry about; they don't use prods anymore.
Squeezed through the door, shoved my way to my designated area.
There are moments in ultimate tiredness when I feel I can see everything, sense everything, understand everything. The music starts and my thoughts wonder. I feel as though we are all part of the same being.
