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Like a knight and his chainmail, I wear you on my chest; Cotton armor. You guard me not like metal or kevlar. But with advice and loving embrace; Look around. I wash you not with a machine, but with my hands. Memories shake free with each pass through your hair; Two long lost friends. Water flows to help wash the stain, Mixed with nostalgia and tears; Forever pain.
Where one gaze ends, another begins. Connected by what we see now, and where our dreams wander. The roads we walk are different, And the shoes we wear we cannot share, But the destinations of our journeys end all the same. How we get there is up to us. The lessons we learn are meant to be told, and the attitudes upheld, together they meld.
As the sun sets, a new day begins. Where it goes and whom receives its shine; that is not a matter of mine. It’s darker now and colder too. Moon and stars provide their light; I feel you shiver and hold you tight. Old day for us and new day for them. Waking up, breathing deep; lay down now and rest your head for sleep.
We come as windows to the world our trainers say. Little do they know we are as dirty and broken as they. How can I serve as the glass through which to see, All that has shaped the person that is me? Translucent and fragile, I barely keep up. In these times I wish I was more agile. Speed is a need, but patience is the lesson. Poco a poco, this reliance… Read More
Eyes to the sky I watch the clouds revolve. Feet on the ground I seek to evolve. With each passing turn I feel a greater burn. My place in this world makes my stomach churn. Feeling uneasy, feeling queasy, How I deal with this is not easy. The earth can’t stop, won’t stop. You can clean up these emotions with a mop. Having expelled this sickness, I look to recover with quickness…. Read More
With so much to say, I just wish there was enough time in the day. These words I’ve left unspoken. Here they are, they have awoken. My feelings for you do all but shrink. I swear you are my missing link. The time we share, you make me care. My heart still leaps like a hare. I try to run from what’s been done, But like my heart, I am undone. Incomplete,… Read More
Up I climb, into the skies. Spent some time as mother’s eyes. Shared her breath, my legs they hung. Spent some time as mother’s lung.
Beaten paths with glossy roots. These trails, they’ve seen many boots. Sunny glades with shady spots. Running through them, a rush of many thoughts. Bathing lizards and singing birds. Other people? There are no herds. Merely stillness and solitude. Filled with nothing, but gratitude.
Glaring at me, like sun after sleep Was an eye. The pupil, dark as night and the outline, A golden glowing white. Never before had I seen such a vision. I heard myself pleading, ‘please don’t go away… please don’t go away’ As if I knew its visit was impermanent. Slowly my visitor began to dissolve, My eyes fluttered as if to preserve its beauty. But like everything in this world, Its… Read More
Teddy Dondanville 