PARAMOUNT
There is something to be said About the home in which one Grows up Where their head goes from being Filled with what if’s that are slowly turned to when’s
An escape is always needed From the place we call our own In order to go back to it And understand it be known In our deepest way That thats where our memories shall stay I was charmed by my escape As much as I was my tie Rolling waves Sun shining in my eyes
Textures are a famililar language One has libraries of from youth The touch of a hand of one close to you The rug on your toes As you walk through The light hitting a sweet spot Hands through cloth and The threads you held on to
Pineapples of hospitality
So many memories seen
carved into the pinnacles
when zoomed out
of my headboard.
form a flat line
The same bed I cried into
a plateau of belief
as I heard him and my mother
beat into me by the beat
scream in the kitchen
the rhythm of the yelling
about how he should stop lying
the repeat of the lying
about the bottle and think about the kids,
But there have to be
after I ran down trying to stop them,
happy times too?
and he yelled at me
Dancing to a new tune
to go to my room
Creating the things
because I am a child
that brought my eyes up
and I dont know nothin
to the light of a new moon
This room means everything
Bonding with my brother over
and nothing
the exploration of a new fate.
Laughing with my mom
to the body I live in today Its where I ran away,
Things shared with a boy,
Planned to run away
one that never hurt me
Mustered up dreams to get away
and only brought joy
And yet in my sleep it is the room
A place to rest my head
I can walk through
books read
with my eyes closed With the the walls bare
So many thoughts
place memories
pulled taught
My mind blank for moments
that is too strong to be cut
on that thread
so far back in my mind
until all the things I though up
in places I know I am too scared
have been lived
to try and find
My standards of happiness
But in my head
finally met
Its where everything rests My feet on the floor everyday
and yes
as I would try to find a way
maybe with me
to rationalize my thoughts as truth
I will take this bed
It is when lost for touch of normal We find pain
Lines drawn
But are they ones we can walk upon
The wind was so very passionate today
I could almost feel my small floaty spirit
close to my body again,
brushing up against my skin for a brief hello,
before rocketing back up
into my ever eternal
daydreamming distanced orbit
Add books to the library again
traverse them with freinds
Thats how one begins again
Down the path to the end