Things that make me happy (in case I forget):
I danced with you last tonight.
So rarely do I get to see your smile,
unrestrained joy written across your face
as you mimed the words to each song.
I turned the music louder
as I grew more and more tired,
only spurred by the immense bliss
I felt, twirling around
and glimpsing you in the mirror.
I used to dance among friends in the dark,
accompanied by their laughter, their movements,
and the occasional shadow.
It felt much the same,
only I had me as company
with my calico print
and thread-wrapped headphones.
It was nice to see the candor gaiety
when so often I only see the streaked
face, the hard lines, the absent mind.
Will you dance with me, again?
I am half war
and half peace;
I am half anger
and half sorrow;
I am half me
and half ghost.
My words are daggers,
and my pencil holds their true potential.
I yield the power of a thousand scratching quills
that can strike you down in three swift movements.
My smile is painful,
but my laugh is effervescent.
I look through gray eyes to see the wind
and avoid the manic wisps of energy.
My emotions fluctuate with my surroundings,
and I yearn for quiet moments.
I seek comfort in the stillness,
but it reminds me of loneliness.
My spirit lifts as time progresses,
but my soul earnestly looks for an open window.
I am living on this plane
and in another.
I am all of these things
and none of these things.
I am me.
So It Goes 