JHem

An experience of a lifetime brought me to, Four signpost to remembering my dignity, With eight ways to get somewhere beyond To help me off the rats wheel over here. Only for me to notice my own obliviousness.

With three words to entice me, I make up all sorts of blasphemy. Why would you call forth the unlucky? No costume here would fit Halloween. Not enough to let my skin wear bare. So I went as the monster kept hidden. Who I saw everytime I passed a mirror.

I have trick or treaters past Halloween. With kids in costume in the hot summer. And the wise masked for the sake of wisdom. I give a warm little trickle, With no eyes bat against a treater  A witches pot unnoticed in simmer. Like the earthquake keeping me calm, I follow the lines on my palm, Seducing using nothing but lip balm. Let a knife to your eyes so keen, Clarity will let us all be seen, A declaration from the dean.

You give yourself a little twist, A new angle to hide in mist. Only the copy shows off bliss, With you stuck in remiss. But you're afraid of the camera head on Like being afraid of seeing your own con. Let the sun come over and bring forth dawn. I place my hand home on my heart, Hoping you're not too far gone.

My fingers inscribed holy words for you, As you drove 100 miles to claim taboo. With whispers too quiet for the wall's ears, You strut yourself as if you knew no fears. I let limerence slip through the grapevine, With each gift you impart in kind. But storybooks can only breathe so well, You pleaded me to show, not tell. I searched my mirror to find why you left, Not noticing I long ago became deaf.

My arms paddle air, Reaching to hold on. My mind declares, To mask like a con. Speaking about true, Giving all things name. But my body moves to you, Embracing everything insane. Give me a million reasons, Why this is genuine despair. Our fingers interlock, Putting a stop to the clock. With a chest racing rush, We're both pulled in as such. Arms wrapped around you become art, Like fingertips embracing your heart.

Everytime I found a new leaf, Everytime I went to the uncharted, Everytime I let myself crawl out of comfort, I left many footprints to show for it. Everytime I cried from your rejection, Everytime I lost myself in another, Everytime I receded back into myself, I made a safe haven to show for it. Everytime I felt my heart break, Everytime I had a new bruise, Everytime I grazed the razors edge, I had a mark to show for it. Everytime I let my wings be seen, Everytime I made home with the flora, Everytime I basked in the sun's kiss, I knew I blossomed into a butterfly.

I gave a blue stroke for each blink. Feet fighting against the current. My chest breathed all into sync. I knew why diety's had monuments. I wore gloves to protect my hands, As to pull away all feeling. They were to keep me clean, As I removed the grime. When I held time close to my head, I no longer felt your fingers. As you explored my lips with a kiss, I got lost searching for its meaning. I whispered before midnight in bed, Is this what it's like to be dead? Each embrace had me on the top, But it's cold shroud got me to drop. I had eyes beyond what I could see. It wasn't until the end of my lifetime, I knew rain brushed my window.

I'll walk with my hands out, Giving them away to passerby's. An arm up from dew. I know no other than true. Scandals whisper for clout. Mirrors show where they lie. With a heart left on empty, I embrace it fully. I make pray a wish to avoid my inevitable, I embody my heart in ways heard in fables. See a heart broken open, Even when your words show their back, My home has boundaries for you to listen, But the door is never closed for your return.

I buy into your words, I'm sold on your dreams, But my feet go the other way, Like a tree rooted in dirt. Of all the things I say I crave, My arms stay beside my hip. I pray for what I wish what may. The lies I eat are one hell of a trip. I have my hands covering my face, A raincoat to cover up falling rain. You can see my head lean in forward, But my eyes never leave the ground. My hands bump on rocky paper, Letters made by my blade cut to my heart, Inked with my blood are letters to you, But they go unopen like my eyes.