by Rochelle Del Borrello
Do you remember the night of summer lightning?
when the seasons changed
thundering humidity clashing upon itself
to create thick droplets of rain
we sat under the umbrella stars
under the talking sky
we spoke of faith and faithlessness
as the world shifted around us
we dreamed of what could be
and took a moment with us
the restless nature of the storm
we did not worry about the future
we were happy to have our passion
the rain is cleansing the moment before winter.
I want to be like a child
in awe of the world around me
generous with love and affection
accepting of change, always
growing and learning.
I want to always expect the best
and even if it doesn't happen
simply continue to hope
get back up and move through
life with a naive energy
which keeps you moving
in a mixture of creativity,
curiosity and determination.
Children are so flexible
they are like a cup filling
and overflowing with water
A piece of magic
when the world seems dark
be like a child
live with hope
and endless faith.
There have been better days than now,
felt less lost and confused
not so sad or deflated
I wish for one of those
better days
instead of smack
bang in one of the worst ones.
Nothing going right
love went to waste
efforts all worthless
and so, so far away
from everyone I love.
The hurt comes in tears
that bastard blows up in
your face,
whether you like it or not
that emotion's going to come
knock you over and make you
wish for better days
they will come, just be patient.
I don’t care what other people think of me because I’m intelligent, empathetic, sensitive, creative, reflective, and worthy.
I’m willing to take up space, contribute, make something new and create worthy connections in the world.
I’m here to seek knowledge and understanding, listen and see different points of view.
I want to be a kind ear, an encouraging and reassuring voice for others.
I’m growing every day, making mistakes and stumbling along, always moving forward and looking to become a better person.
I can change my mind and opinions because life is about evolving and living this moment at its greatest potential.
My poetry is a constant whisper in my ear
a dark, haunting and persistent dream
my inner voice leaking out of my head
a constant weeping emotion
which is eerie, untamed and real
it is always uncomfortable
to share as the words come from an awkward place
yet they feel beautiful just the same
They are like little deformities
which express a deep insecurity
unpleasing to the eye
yet satisfying for the soul.
I coax them out of me like untamed wild animals
I watch as they slowly show me their savage power
I am always in awe of the epicness of human emotion
And how it can consume itself.
I carry my fear like a heavyweight
many kilos of fat
pushing down on my bones
making my movements slow
and wearing down my momentum.
I'll never allow fear to make its
home in me
I hope it moves on
I push it away.
A violent act forced fear into my life
like so many random accidents,
which happen when no one expects
so much bigger than any one person
forcing us to live with
the trauma of broken things.
I want to put it all in one song
but it won't fit
So many things keep me awake at night
vivid memories of regret,
something I should be doing and don't
endless what if's and perhaps
never quite happy with what we have
we torture ourselves in our sleep
Do you remember when we talked our way
into the new millennium?
A 2,000 filled with promise, just needed
to take a step outside of ourselves,
we felt we could eat the world up
but now there is only hurt
I ran away too fast and fell over myself
I didn't realise I was still attached
Tore me into pieces.
Now I'm humming along to the music
pretending to know the words
and trying not to piss on myself.
Is it just me or is anyone else feeling kind of lost?
Do the super-rich disgust you
and the poor make you feel guilty
of your plenty?
Is there strange serendipity when you read the gossip
as if you live next door to Miley Schwarzenegger
and are complaining about her irritating trashy pop music
being played too loudly
have you heard it all before?
Do you have nightmares of having your head chopped off
because you don't follow the right religion
or of being gunned down when you are sunbathing
on a remote beach
Kalashnikovs are arriving on rubber dinghies.
Does online seem more real than every day?
We post, postmoderns, Xennials
With an analogue childhood and digital adulthood
and virtual Millenials
are all lost in our heads,
and it's making us all morose.
The inspiration behind A Babel of words and the magic of creativity.
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