Life.
Just when it's going wonderful, it slaps you in the face, leaving you confused and frustrated. In reality, it is your own actions, and the actions of others around you that form life. And those actions sometimes come back to trip you into a reality check. Sometimes you don't fall very hard, other times you hit rock bottom. What is rock bottom? It varies from person to person. How do you know when you've found it? It will be obvious. Otherwise, all other hard falls will just leave you wondering, like the ones that dent the pavement, but don't send you through it.
After those falls, you have to wonder: Who is trying to tell me something, and what are they trying to say?
Then when you least expect it, someone comes along and pulls you back up on your feet with all the force that you fell.
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold