Indigo Rose Christman

Childhood forever gone
Just pleasant wisps remain
Close your eyes and remember
The bliss of young ignorance
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The horizon is broken.
The sun has fallen from its seam.
The trees have risen black.
The clouds are enveloped in a violet flame.
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Silky cloth upon the ground
On which I lay in ecstasy
A field of flowers all around
Welcoming spring with jubilee
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There are two worlds in which I dwell, all alone in this paradise.
The world in which my body rests is bursting with exhilaration.
Everything around me is rejoicing in the arrival of spring
The flowers dance as their petals unfurl and a breeze sings its faint song.
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A tiny bird: my heart, my soul
Peaceful in it’s cage of flesh and ivory
Surrounded by many birds…
They too, dwelling in ivory, flesh
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I am Goddess of the skies
I walk upon the horizon
And trail my skirts of rose and gold
I dance across the black treetops
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Greed…
Born from glory,
Born from fame.
Control…
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He sits there all alone,
Waiting for companionship.
Day after day he sits,
Longing to be held.
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Your new life starts as a tiny bud, pushing up from the rich black soil.
Blades of bright green grass tickle your stalk as you stretch towards the sky.
The sun beats down, then rain nourishes you.
At last you open, showing your bright yellow petals.
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The world is fuzzy at the edges
Every sound is muffled
A film is what I’m viewing
But this film is what I‘m in
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Dancing in the street light
With the rain on my face
Bloody, raw feet
Pound on the ground
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There is no me
There are only characters
They start out in a mind unknown
With blood of ink
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A cold breeze whispers through the trees.
It brings memories of rain drenching the ground… refreshing rain.
Gray clouds billow on the horizon.
Flowers quiver in excitement.
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I walk upon a path of darkness, clueless as to where it leads.
Rising above me, their branches entwined, ancient trees obscure all sunlight.
My feet sink into the soft ground.
The air is tinted with the scent of soil and fungus.
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Look into
The face of fear
Dream upon it’s pillow
Lie awake
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