Sad Birds Still Sing by Faraway Poetry

Author:Faraway Poetry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Central Avenue Publishing
Published: 2019-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

autumn evenings

Most of us are not born

with chemical imbalances,

yet they feed us pills and

convince us otherwise.

And when life is leaving our eyes,

and we are too numb to feel the

pain we once suffered from,

they claim their drugs as magic.

Emotional numbness

is not a cure for unhappiness;

sedation is not peace

for those who panic.

We are a different type,

we who’ve lost our way:

our brains are not broken;

it is our souls that need

renovation.

—broken souls and broken systems

I’ve come to find that I

sleep less when I dream more,

that I think less when I feel more,

that the best part about being

trapped in your mind

is that you have a goal:

to get out of it.

—I’m in my head a lot; I need to get out more

I could really use the

sound of an ocean tonight,

a gentle reminder that

there are bigger things

out there than what

I am feeling right now.

—open water

To everything I’ve ever lost:

thank you for setting me free.

I enter a library at night

when I close my tired eyes.

The shelves are all full of either

words I never said or

things I wish I never knew.

I lie there, in the dark,

and instead of sleeping,

I read.

Because

by the light of the sun

is where I learn about others,

but this library,

this quiet place I go,

it is where I learn

to forgive myself.

I’m constantly worried

about the stars and how long

they’ll stay aligned for me.

When they come out again

tomorrow evening, will

the universe still allow

this dream to be mine?

—I talked to the stars last night; they told me not to worry

You were most

beautiful at sunset:

the red glow on your skin,

it was as if your heart was

all over your body.

You would smile then,

and I would know it was real.

There was always

something about it.

I miss that smile.

I miss your heart.

—I hope you felt that, too

If I’m honest,

it nearly destroyed me,

but I’m thankful that

I found something

that meant so much to me.

It offered me the chance

of a lifetime:

the opportunity

to fall in love with

living again.

—gentle reminder

We shared so

many wasted nights,

but the nights were

never really wasted.

And even

blackout drunkenness

couldn’t keep me from

remembering our time

spent together.

I swear,

youth

and new love

go together like

whiskey and

cigarettes.

—night-light

Someday,

I’ll prove you wrong;

I’ll become everything

you said I couldn’t be.

I live for that day,

the look in your eyes.

—this is a promise to you

Yeah,

maybe I loved

a little insane,

but at least I

had the courage

to lose myself in

something I

truly wanted.

—I am proud of the way I love

I visited your grave today.

It’s odd: tragedy has a way of

stretching time for us who live on.

Maybe that’s why these past

few months have felt like years.

I can’t really explain exactly

how today has made me feel.

My mind isn’t made up yet;

just like my heart, it is split

right down the middle.

Mixed emotions are such

tortuous little things.

—mixed emotions

Spare

your wrists;

scar my lips—

you deserve love

on a night like this.

—self-love v. self-harm

Believe me,

you are stronger

than the monsters

that will follow you

to sleep tonight.

—I promise

As a kid, I thought you had

superpowers;

I grew up and realized

you’re just an amazing

human being.

—for our mothers

Kindness becomes

more apparent

in dark times,

kind of like

how our hearts

seem louder,

more alive,

in quiet places.

—acts of kindness as a source of light

This has to happen,

for reasons you and I

aren’t aware of just yet.

And though our minds

will break, our hearts

will carry on.

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