By Kyra Morling
A Fleeting Moment: Blown Out of Proportion
I do not know why I did not wave (first).
I have this compass in this soul that only points
North in direction to escape.
I rock along in the currents but only
Fluidly if it brings me to a safe haven.
I will act boldly, but only in retaliation to a self-deprecation
from could-of-beens and should-ofs.
I have this love, encompassing these veins
ready for a transfusion for any compassionate
recipient.
I could have been possible that I mistook
this eye twinkle for a magnetic meta-physical
connection but I felt (feel) it.
I swear I felt (feel) it.
I knew (know) you did (do) too.
Woah
The isolation that is shackled to my skins turns me into a tumultuous
leader of a chain gang.
Prompted by a systematic transfixion conditioned by external convention.
(A Passion Overfill)
Now in an utmost determination I quickly begin to revolt from what seems like a
permanent hypnosis Birthed by my disillusionments, ceasing to coexist, with my
multitude of eclectic marbles tied dutifully around my wrist.
(A Passion Overfill)
But if my left foot carries my fear of rejection and my right foot carries my hope, then I
must be pigeon-toed.
Those Who Want to Die and Those That Wait
I. If I could suck the disease directly from your pores and veins
mold and shape-shift it into my own, I know I could find a will to live.
I will you to live.
II. I was always mystified by death. When I was younger I used to practice my crying in
the mirror, in case of an emergency funeral, to replace my indifference about the fact
people cross to the other side for eternity. I found peace in those who have achieved a
forever sleep, easily leaving everything behind. I was not scared. I soon realized that it
was not daunting, but the next step in a journey. I read once that death is only the end if
you assume the story is about you. I am enchanted that I could maybe have lived for
bodies more than just myself.
A Ode to the Being…You are Ruminating Inside Of
I can be lovedI can be lovedI can be lovedI can be lovedI can be lovedI can be lovedI can
be lovedI can be lovedI deserve to be lovedI deserve to be lovedI deserve to be lovedI
deserve to be lovedI demand to be lovedI demand to be lovedI demand to be lovedI
demand to be lovedI demand to be lovedI demand to be loved
A Deciding Factor
I decide. I am the one who decides. I have the power. I let these irreversible facts ring in
my bones all the way to my cerebral hemispheres. Turning submissive from any
categorization deemed overwhelming, I naively wonder:
Am I gonna grow
And move
And evolve
And laugh
And cry
And love
Anywhere?
If I cannot feel anything what is the point of it all?
I’m forgetting the facts.
And then It happens:
A spontaneous
Serendipitous
Extraordinary
Breach in the system.
Did I do that?
Did I do that?
Influence a magnetic force altering my fate?