Elegant Seed I wish I could tell you what it was like to be a girl who dreamed of sparkling glitter and princess hats but it wasnt like that it was developing insomnia and early mornings meeting the sunrise with kerosene eyes pick the grubs throw em in the can with my tiny hands I wish I could tell you that I danced and twirled and giggled like most little girls color crayons and rag dolls but it wasnt like that at all It was dirt lines and corn seeds on my hands and knees picking weeds running from shadows where demons lurked while my fingers ached and my thighs hurt I wish I could tell you about flower berets and hello kitty shoes summertime dresses and shiny tutus halos of flowers hide and seek but that isnt what it was like for me. it was bruises and back hands swift tongues and hell threats grizzly bears lurking behind trees miles from the Alkan helplessness, reversed time lean tos and fire arms I wish I could tell you of being tucked in morning cartoons and roller skating kisses on the forehead and bed time stories, play dates with fake makeup and rice crispy treats but damn, it wasnt like that for me It was hiding emotions till I could set them free on torn bits of paper chewing it like gum I ate poetry and damn I dont know shit about Disney how many times I gotta tell you it wasnt like that for me. It was straining to hear while being accused of ignoring it was odd girl out cuz I always had to shout it was stand on the side line solitary play time and damn how many times I gotta tell ya your life wasnt like mine. I was a mystic before I was three before the devil tried to put the demons in me I traveled the dimensions before I was four stood on cliffs with the greys My whole lifes been a war. It gets worse before it gets better when you fall to your knees to sip from the water sometimes i run my fingers across the scars then trace up my chest to the beat of my heart I wish I could tell you how I survived how I sleep off the day so I can guard the night; I give it to prose write it on guitar strings paint it in pictures till my tears make me sing. Suffering can form the most elegant seed its me its me its me by Vennie Kocsis written in 2011 venniekocsis
Posted on: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 18:00:00 +0000
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