Classroom Daydreams - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
*It's supposed to be forever*
There is no lie so beautiful.
There are no words so fatal.
I had a dream that 'one hundred years went by*
I didn't notice because trees stay still.
My mortality took me by surprise
driving fast, I saw that I lost my youth
in the gutter, in the stars
It matters not.
When I woke I laid a while
staring at the ceiling.
We're at a loss with wasting time,
I don't know how to go about saving my own life.
*At risk of death*
What great benefit
to risk a whole life
and already knowing what it is to die.
She was *more expensive at the beginning*
She became *cheaper by the end*
She was adjustable,
to reflect the actual experience.
She was paid.
unaware of her value.
*Slow me down*
I'm screaming so loud inside my head for help
but no one hears the sound
'Cause I'm laughing drinking wine.
Sometime's one of them catches a glimpse
of the slow burning out of the shooting star.
*In the right circumstance, it's a good thing*
but early on it's a tragedy.
*Can I afford* to put my thoughts on the line?
What if they're not returned - not even in an echo.
Let's say I buy your attention with sex
I stumble into affection with wealth,
can you put time into nurturing my mental health?
I have *withdrawn
and I can't pay the difference*
Designed to demonstrate the unusual undoings of a woman who loved the world so much,
seeing it destroyed cost her her sanity.
*I don't typically disclose that*
Essentially, I live just to have fun and endlessly create a life of art,
removed from the running river.
Borrowing words and style and images from others
to weave my own identity as a shelter.
I know you're lost too.
*Does that make sense? *
We will have that test tomorrow.
I beg of you, please.
Slow me down.
That's part of the story.
Riders know the dawn
as time goes by
I'm going to need more flexibility
to ensure your chains aren't mine.
*You have to die within the year*
an accidental death dear love.
Do not pretend to know me.
Though, you know me well,
You do not know my chains.
Dear love, *they're so hard to qualify for*
and I will not let you feel their weight.
I have to prove I'm not faking it.
You *have to jump through hoops to prove you're not faking it*
Flexibility - accelerated freedom masking broken hearts.
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