- 17 hours ago
We are just shadows
You are a shape
I am a shimmer
But we are nothing
to carry us along
Some immense idea
of how to carry ourselves
but can not create
something all our own
No footsteps on the ground
are really ones we’ve made
only ones we have followed
Desperately needing to fit
the prints to ever feel
we even mean anything.
We live second hand lives
pouring ourselves into
the sleeves of jackets that
will always fit like they were made
for someone else.
We love with coat hanger hearts,
hanging in the back of
other people’s closets,
stuffed in the back of
other people’s drawers.
Sometimes when I stare at
old photos of you and I,
I almost think I see
other people’s faces.
But then again,
all I see are
- 2 days ago
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Inception by Autumn Echo
I oftentimes decide the gravity of a situation by how much it weighs my mind down.
So when you shift my insides like I have a whole ocean inside of me
Just waiting to be moved by you, bright eyes like a couple of moons
I can only assume there is a nature behind every amazing cataclysm
And creation, every mission statement on our coat sleeves is really an invitation
Come and get me.
I know you think you have me all figured out but I treat my heart with inception
It’s not deception it’s me knowing if I expect any protection it will be from my own two fists
It will be from my own thick skin
So you know only the parts of me I’ve let you see
And maybe after a couple more layers of day dreaming and when my mind does a little less freaking out
I’ll let you in one more layer
You see I’ve felt what it feels like to have no boundaries and the sound of nails on chalkboard becomes melodious when compared to the silent screaming of an empty broken heart.
I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot because I have a terrible habit of tripping easy
And there is some meaning in the word clumsy that I gave to it myself
I see the danger of taping precious organs to our clothing
It’s funny… I wouldn’t hang my lungs on my shoelaces because there are some places I must travel that aren’t suitable for air walks
And I don’t carry my stomach in my hands because I don’t always want to taste the things I see and feel and we are fed and feed ourselves so many poisoned dreams and unhealthy expectations I know if my stomach saw it for itself it would betray me
So tell me why it’s so easy for us to wear our hearts like a piece of vintage jewelry.
It looks worn because it is. It looks tarnished and old but that is ironic and sad since my heart is as old as I am. And I’m not old.
I can’t explain why I had been so careless with it. But I can explain why I’m not anymore
You can’t go into cardiac arrest if you police the things you feel, place handcuffs on your heartstrings and only let them sing along with your heartbeat when no one is around to hear it.
I don’t think being careful with myself is a bad thing.
Full of care.
That’s rare. And if you can learn anything from a girl who is careful with her own heart
It’s that she will be even more careful with yours.
- 4 days ago