Elysium

It does exist

To all the beautiful souls

who wear their broken smiles

and lost dreams

like a sapphire halo,

Remember, 

sometimes in order to

save yourself,

you first must destroy the you

that everyone thought they knew.

This is my story...

We begin some years ago

on the distant shores of

my subconscious.

I awaken to a bright yellow balloon

floating low in the eastern sky.

The moon desperately clinging

to life support in the west

as the blinding light turns

my hazel eyes jade 

amidst the haze.

Its heat electrocuting 

the ice in my veins

as I walk to the other 

side of tomorrow.

It is always tomorrow.

But what if tomorrow 

did not exist?

What if this moment,

this very second

was all that stood between

you

and

Elysium.

So tell me...

Your middle name please?

How much do you weigh while

drowning in an ocean of tears?

A burning question or silent scream?

Quick pick one.

Do you miss my laugh?

If London Bridge was falling down,

would you build it up with

legos and clouds?

What color are my eyes?

Do you remember?

Do you want to?

Odd or even?

Good.

Now say 3 times.

3 times.

3 times.

Any regrets?

Come sing me a song of your sins.

But remember,

sin all depends on what 

you believe in.

Me? Why, you believe in me?

Is it because I wake up at midnight

and paint the sky the color of wild?

Is it because my eyes 

are the mirrors to your world,

and your reflection is broken?

Is it because the sparks 

on my tongue

have ignited a fire in your brain

that you can't  put out?

Words are the erasers

in the story of our lives.

Think before you speak

my friends.

Once your lips 

have moved,

your voice has echoed 

in the ears of the deaf.

Chapters are torn from

the book of life,

and forgiveness

can only be granted

when your tears are made 

of glass.

Take me by the hand 

and show me the land of apology.

Is it real or make believe?

Is it your love for me?

Is the love for yourself?

Look inside yourself

and tell me what you see.

The strength inside you is

only as strong as you believe

it to be.

What a beautiful thing it is

to watch your heart beat to

the rhythm of the rain.

Lets dance to the sound of

happiness together in

Elysium.

In this life or the next.

 

Reviews

[Morgan Bland]

Very beautiful! And full of sad truth

[Zeldablue]

Thank you!!!

[Morgan Bland]

You're welcome. Keep writing! :)

[Zeldablue]

Thanks! I'm doing a reading tonight for the play I just finished!

[Morgan Bland]

Awesome. I’ll have to read it. :)

[Brent]

There's a certain musicality to your poem, which I appreciate. I do believe that sometimes have to rebuild themselves from scratch, even if the people around them don't necessarily understand.

The imagery that you use really conveys the idea of rebirth as a new day. Tomorrow, we are a different person than we are today. Great work!

[Zeldablue]

Thank you!