I can’t form my own opinions
You told me everything you felt
There are hierarchy thoughts
Some fester into wounds
Some dissolve and like ice melt
What if you are wiser than I?
Am I bad person for thinking differently?
This deceiving serpent comes crawling
According to you, I am intellectually naive
At a train station and stalling
I have lukewarm plans and I’m wasting your time
If you are right
That this world is miserable place
And everyone is manipulative
Give me a new reality
I don’t want to live
You are as cold as your thoughts
Your thoughts may be your fears
I just know for sure that I am scared
But you are so oblivious
That by downsizing my heart vision, it’s impaired
Thank you, I have a missing heart valve now
My black and white thinking is so bad
It consist of no color, only patterns
You poured your red blood on my shade
You made a sacrifice with an ace and king of spade
Was it a real inconvenience for you?
There is an iceberg in your heart
And it’s melting slowly and quietly
But let it dissolve
Inside are the keys to your heart
You have a lead leg
And when you use your hands for talking
They glue together
But let it be heavy
Inside the lead is a motor
You act like you have it all together
But you know better
You use big vocabulary
You use bright facial expressions
But I know better
Let it go
And let it out
You are just a rope tied
To your childhood tree house
But you have been too tied to go up there and visit again
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
The womb is the beginning of life. And the beginning of life is a volcano bursting from within. All the energy spiraling inside is thrusting into life to the point of overflowing out.
If there is life on other planets, are they as weird and realistic as ours? But sometimes life seems like a dream and I thought the characters in my dream were real and I “wake up” to another reality to where those characters are no longer to be found. At times, life was a nightmare, and was grateful.
But I am also sad because the love I have experienced was so magnificent and above all, so vivid.
I know what true reality is but sometimes I wish my dreams were the true reality instead of my life here on Earth. But sometimes I am thankful for what I have. You know?
Did I choose this fate or did it choose me? Did fate bless me or not? Some days I am not so sure.
But what keeps me pressing forward is this ignition in my heart that tells me that it’s all worth it the end. This life force. I also experience it as a creative spark.
© Carly Wiggins 2017