Called to GO

I got that letter the other day accepting me and saying I’m good to go.

So I’ll pack up my belongings, pack away the memories, we’ve contributed too.

Because, I think I’ll take that opportunity, think I’ll start that journey.

Been wondering if I should tell you, what I’m feeling so.

Been wondering how you feel about me and about us.

Going to get in my car, roll down those dusty windows.

I know it will be hard but, I’m going to turn my back to this place, to you, if I have too.

I’ll be gone like yesterdays sunshine.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Will you cry, will there be tears in your eyes?

Will you miss me, will you kiss me, goodbye?

Will you shout to me, will you scream for me?

Were you planning on yelling my way, honey?

Honey, Please, Don’t GO! I need you, so much, it kills me inside.

So what’ll it be…be, be?

 You going to follow me or just let me go…

I’ll take you with me if you want too, go.

Grab my hand; take the seat next to me.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

As I drive away, my heart starts to fluster.

You didn’t show up to my going away parade.

Don’t you like me, like I liked you?

Maybe it could have been love.

Maybe it could have been something real for once.

I guess things change and you never wanted me the same way.

I won’t be seeing you around, so goodbye, I wave.

Hair whipping in my face.

Wind blowing through my ears.

Time rolling underneath my wheels.

I got to get away, away from this place.

I got to take that chance, got to take that risk.

Got to go somewhere, going to be somebody.

So, I’m going to go. Yeah, I’m going to go…

Guess it’s time to say so long, I take one last look around for you.

Hey is that you?

My bags are packed, yours are too.

I see you standing there, next to our departing ledge.

You’re wearing that smile that leaves me breathless.

I reach for you, guess this is hello.

-S.M. Bjarnson

Plagued thoughts!

There's this story, that plagues me. It haunts and clouds my mind. Covering my judgement patterns, it hides the door where I may leave it and run away. It plagues the very thoughts I keep locked up. The only way to erase or destroy this possessive controller is to let it be free. Drawing all the power out through my pen as I write it down; it is clear. The pain or punishment created as the sequences fly around my mundane storyline.

Snowflakes falling

The snow fell and suddenly i remembered what it had been like hidden in a clear world. The snowflakes covered the flaws of the ugly adolescent landscape. Masking it into a winter Wonderland, my heart sank and yet again i was alone, at peace, or in pieces. Whichever came before the later. Rumors were true and I'd hit my head against the figurative wall so many times it's split into two. One side reminding me of how the cruel world works, the other side reminds me how cruel I work in this world. Leaving standards at the door of promise or compromise. I'm stranded by determination to do better than you.

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A Star.

There's this star, a star no one talks about. In the blue dark sky, with a yellow glow. It has no name, no syllable to call to it's tone. The ambient air racing around it's coils, escaping from that which exists. The glow burning among millennial nebulas. Whispering their destruction or demise to this newborn star, still fluttering with adaptation of life. The child-like area pulling at any sense of wonder or superstitious care. Victimized by it's elders, all humanity has passed it's glance. A challenging wanderer, discovered yet forgotten. the universe reaping a trillion or two, the eldest always too eloquent for standards. Considering the newfound life expired. A strange aura takes course the damage has began to build. Yet the sacrifice of the soul embellishes it's survival.

Worth Feeling

Do you know this feeling? The feeling you close your eyes to feel, the feeling you bite your lip to take in and taste. One that makes time stop and remember what life really feels like. You're taken out of the elements that created you, can you sense it, those special moments and times when you were in an amazing moment being amazed. Sensational tingling rising up prickling your skin as goose bumps. Tell me more moments in your life when life was more than worth living.

It was perfect, you know?

It was perfect you know? They way the glow of sunshine lite up everyone's mourning faces; was it death we feared most or was it the living part that got us fidgeting?
I remark as someone closes with a muffled laughter.

It's quite alright I say it never really did tend to matter.
There was a gap between the fortunate and the despaired. They golden child lining up to receive yet another trinket in the realm of brilliance merely for just being alive.

The other kids poke and parade at what a commercial this young boy had become. Did his mother or father recognize the soul that was shrinking? Smirks all around, smirks for everyone in town.

Quote of the Day;

She left being the forbidden fool, and when she came back she was the unattainable beauty .

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