Domenica 29 Mar 2009, 1:31
I carry a thirst of adventure and,
A hunger for danger.
I carry the comfort that maybe I’ll see you again later.
I carry my head swollen from shoved,
Restless thoughts.
I carry heavy skin weighing down my insides.
I carry the sweet smell of grass when I’m all alone.
Smoke, to calm the fire.
I carry memories like silent dreams,
Of when I danced all night in the warm summer rain,
When I looked up at the sun and laughed,
“I see Jesus!” and you saw him too.
From when I reached for your hand as we crossed the street,
Or the time I ate that green glow stick on Halloween.
I carry the remembrance of a real family,
I carry those names thinly wrapped inside my veins.
Marie Antoinette Padilla and,
Mary Lena Sanchez.
I carry her smile on my face,
It always helps me pull through.
I carry this itching urgent feeling,
To sing until my throat bleeds dry.
I carry lucid dreaming,
Twenty two seconds of us.
He and I,
We could sit and talk forever,
Discuss life and what it means.
Because I carry this desire to understand
You, me–everything.
I carry the night on my back,
And the sun inside my eyes.
I carry the moon in my pocket,
And my heart that beats in my throat.
I carry this black fur coat.
I carry a deep swallowing ocean,
Twisting and turning,
And always burning for more.
I carry the lost idea of who I once was.
I always felt above.
Unraveled, I’ll find myself again,
Somewhere hidden along the shadows.
I will find myself through You.
I carry clenched fists.
And…I miss you.
I carry the things you once left behind.
And even though you’re gone,
I can still feel pieces of you,
Twitching and scratching inside me,
Like ripped limbs.
I carry all this,
My senses,
The music it cleanses,
Walking past silver fences,
Down your street.
And even now,
I can’t believe I let you infest me.
I carry the world passing through my eyes,
I carry this infinite empty blue sky.
I carry this fire I stole from your treasured ocean,
And you’ll never get it back.
You’ll never get it back.
By Syerra Garcia