Pastel Pretensions




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We live, we love, we learn, we lose.

Pastel Pretensions

In the lacquered crevices

In the lacquered crevices of my limestone life,

In the lacquered crevices of my limestone life, winter weeps.

Winter weeps,

Winter weeps, and a crayon sun shines,

Winter weeps, and a crayon sun shines, her light eddying,

Winter weeps, and a crayon sun shines, her light eddying, ricochetting

like a beam of lost hope Winter weeps, and a crayon sun shines, her light eddying, ricochetting

like a beam of lost hope off the walls where and a crayon sun shines, her light eddying, ricochetting

like a beam of lost hope off the walls where my ailing innocence her light eddying, ricochetting

like a beam of lost hope off the walls where my ailing innocence is hung to dry.

Yes, I rust with age-

bony hinges creak,

wise teeth crack,

dreams snap-

a beautiful, cursed corrosion,

a beautiful, cursed corrosion, dappled with shadows of

a beautiful, cursed corrosion, dappled with shadows of a scarce-cremated childhood.

My sanity loves to levitate over

My sanity loves to levitate over the lagoon of learning-

unable to see past the societal veil of

unable to see past the societal veil of beauty,

unable to see past the societal veil of beauty, brains

unable to see past the societal veil of beauty, brains and bribery-

how to sit?

how to eat?

how to walk?

how to talk?

how to love?

how to live?

how to cry?

how to die?

I am expected to conquer worlds,

while my own fort falls to ruin.

I am expected to build metaphors,

while mere facts are my undoing.

I sleepwalk under the weight of choices.

I sleepwalk under the weight of I choices. daydream about the burial of voices.

And the world pretends to notice.

So I pretend too,

So I pretend too, to breathe this second-hand air,

So I pretend too, to visit these already-seen dreams,

So I pretend too, to suckle life’s nectar and drop dead,

So I pretend too, to lie in peace,

So I pretend too, to lie about peace.

And beneath a crayon sun

And beneath a crayon sun in the weeping winter

And beneath a crayon sun in the weeping winter of my limestone life,

I watch as the petals perish,

I watch as the petals perish, piece

I watch as the petals perish, piece by

I watch as the petals perish, piece by piece

I watch as  the petals perish, piece by piece.

- soulstitch

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