The full moon schelps the balcony To the sky and the song hearkens me. You flump on the couch in the living room And I see you past the clouds With a cursed liquid in a glass You don't match my eyes And when you do They don't belong to you As much as they did a few tik-toks back.
The crescents, waxing and waning Cut me some slack For you enshroud behind the wardrobe door, Take a shot of some wicked liquor And slur to bed in a heartbeat. The three taps of feet And your rhythmic breaths later I purloin a 100 from your pocket And pray tomorrow a bottle in that Mystique cupboard will disappear.
The night moon was competent, It was half black and half white. The midnight called for your words And you slurred them and told me How I'll look breathtaking in a wedding dress someday And fell asleep on the couch. The 21 steps to your room with your hands around my shoulder And your slurs that I learned by heart, a first quarter heart.
The third quarter knocked on the door of the stunning lady that came every night With semi circled white earnings and some silver freckles. You took shot after shot, tossed the food away. The salt is never accurate, you said, I don't mean anything to you, you said, I can leave today and you won't tell the threshold to hold me back you said But I still took 21 steps and wrapped you in the bedsheets of the bed, half white, half black.
I direct my footsteps to my room, Somedays I'm tired of the gibberish talks And hallways reeking of alcohol. I heard the screeching of tables And the bookshelves of fables fell down in the dusty corner No one to pick it up, or pick you up from the floor. I sit next to you, bandage your bloody nose You tell me you are fine And I looked into your oblivious eyes. Maybe you won't come to my graduation Or drive me on the first day at work And won't remember my birthdays. So I took the 21 steps with love One last time.
And today is the new moon That sucked all the brightness from my heart And from your eyes and evanesced. I stand on some balcony And moon won't take me To the sky to jump on constellations And change the galaxies To peep in your living room from the clouds. The stars twinkle but don't reflect your face, You preferred an abandoned corner With a glass of some cursed dry gin.
---------------------- Alcohol addiction is something that can destroy you completely and has some deep deep effects on your loved ones. Don't be an alcoholic, please. ----------------------
Have you ever seen water? The water that accumulates the vessel You force it into without a frown on forehead And splashes giggles.
Have you seen water, Running down the busy rivers And holding the stagnant one. Flowing hot and cold Carrying the slurs of mud And the million-crystal sand.
Have you seen the vapours water create? The one that can burn your skin If you come too close Or bless you with your favorite petrichor If you envelope the virtue of patience.
Have you seen the rain? How it soothes the burning ache Without thinking about where it will rest. Falling for your arrival, falling for your departure, Falling to let you breathe, to capture the newfound bliss.
Have you seen snow? The way it hugs you When you allow your arms To rest on the peak of vulnerability And let the white ice to embrace you. You tell it to melt away On the first ray of sunshine And watch how the transparent liquid Still hides your secret When it's no longer solid strong.
Have you seen tears? How you curse their flow For being too emotional Or for the fading footsteps Or accompanying your journey of alone.
You beat the water out with soap And invite sun to dry the clothes Yet you sprinkle some droplets on them When you need to crisp your shirt under iron.
And sometimes I feel like water. Sliding happily in their make-believe vessels. Carrying sand and mud on the way And somewhere leaving a delta on yellow papers. Being the mighty steam or mightier fall, Being snow, and creating avalanches on mountains and letting a part of myself flow. Being blamed for causing red, puffy eyes, Being used and removed from systems So frequently.
But the worth of water won't decrease Just because of a flowing feeling of doubt. Someday when the heart will be heavy I'll freeze inside your vessels And sparkle like ice.
(On a very important note, plant trees. If you can't, at least plant a seedling in your balcony.)
Occasionally I like to write my own lyrics to a song that already exists. It's challenging, but a lot of fun too. This is a lyrical rewrite I've penned for a song written and performed by the American country singer/songwriter Travis Tritt. The words '10 feet tall and bulletproof' are credited solely to Travis Tritt. All other words/lyrics are my own. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
Dilation of pupils, As the orbs move heaven and earth, To view the sphere of mortality, Underrated, for her brimming tenderness, Lacuna of heart, mind, flesh and bones, Inhabited with bittersweet despondency, Tint of Celia, a growing concern, Inner goddess, screams for squall of love, Levitating in the midst of dewy metacognition, 3 am, hour of massacre of mammocks sewed with ataraxy!