Submissions by Pas52

All these memories trapped in a box,
called a mind
They are a million butterflies,
sailing in circles
Deciding when to appear in the view of awareness,
bursting with life

And I am left in awe
In a kind of shock
That was me
That was my life

Is it a change in ourselves
That makes the person we used to be
The way we used to see life
Seem animated and unreal
Like an actor in our skin doing things we thought we had only dreamt

A chapter is closing
The pages are written in ink that life makes us write...

There is something loose inside the mind of a writer
Some principle that defies gravity,
conformity
That breaks out of the white lined cages
and doesn't limit its thoughts in government controlled stages

My roof is not made of shingles
It is made of ideas
Clear
Open
Undefinable
Indescribable

Marsha marches in the marshes
She doesn't see what her footstep steps in
She doesn't see the worlds she crushes
with her toes, her weight, her oblivion

Footsteps are unforgivable
While nature is unforgettable...