Laughter leaks from the cracks,

Between the bodies -- hallowed husks -- of dead bricks;

How had no one noticed?

It seeps and mingles and grows in the dark,

Until it becomes a thick goop no torch could ever dispel --

Climbing, weaving an insidious gloppy-inked path up,

As if to seize the heavens high, and strangle all that shines.

Bitter reds and scarred flesh marred with dismal greys and pinks 

Bearing the overcast gloom of shadows --

Something sharp shines fierce in bloodshot, dark-soaked eyes.

Something is starting.

Something horrible.

How did no one see it coming? 

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This simultaneously reminds me of Hex(yes, the CBer) and Wilbur Soot(Or at least how he's portrayed in some angsty animatics), with a dash of my own classically vague and mysterious narration style. :/

The world is dyed green in yours eyes,

Not pink -- Green.

Everything you lay your gaze upon

Fills your soul with greed;

It eats you up inside,

Twists your senses 'til they crack.

And yet the stars still gleam, in emerald sheen,

The sky and sun ooze green goo,

The endless horizons, frass and food and H2O--

All is coloured in that verdant shade;

Not one of fertility, but of a silent, ravenous promise made.

@Jaybells, that imagery is incredible!

This is less of a poem and more of my thoughts put into verse, but I thought I'd share it anyway.

--

I'll miss you someday,

But not today.

I'll miss you when the crowded hallways aren't filled with smiles,

I'll miss you when I think of your laughter,

I'll miss you when I'm old and gray

And looking back on it all.

I'll miss you someday,

But not today.

Today I'm forgetting you,

Finally casting off the chains that suffocated me,

Finally breathing again, and letting go

Of every weight you tethered me to.

I'll miss you someday,

But not today.

I am swallowed whole

By the wind

Beyond my window--

The rolling hills and sparkling sea

Draw me in

The endless horizons begs to be reached

And I leap into that magnetic pull--

I lose myself

In the blur and blinding sun,

Let the deafening roar of the wind whipping past;

Smattering my face with invisible relief,

Slowly blotting out all the smells and voices

And more sights than I'll ever need to see.

I am truly lost to my own world; 

Yes, I lose myself in thise raging gales

And wonder if this is what it means to be wholly free. 

I can hear my heart pounding in my chest.

my feet slap the ground in unison.

one step after another,

going, going, going,

until I'm lost deep in the woods.  

today has not been a great day.

I feel all mixed up and wrong.

I'm just about dizzy with anxiety, 

and I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

but at least it's almost spring. 

at least the oak trees have started sprouting bright green leaves.

at least it rained today, so the whole world smells fresh and clean.

at least my backyard is covered in wildflowers.

at least there are birds singing in the trees above me.  

at least there is soft green grass beneath my feet.  

at least I have the ability to take walks and leave the rest of the world behind.

even though everything is big and overwhelming right now,

at least it won't last forever.  

sometimes I think that there's 

nothing worse 

than the way you pass me on the way to class and

don't even look into my eyes. 

is it really that easy for you to brush over

nine years 

of friendship?

it took you a snap of the fingers to forget about me, 

so why can't I forget about you? 

are your new friends so perfect and popular, 

that there is no longer any need for me?

or maybe you think I've moved on. 

maybe you see me with new friends, 

and wonder if I've left you behind in the dusty middle school hallways. 

maybe you're just as scared about losing me than I am about losing you.  

It's that kind of day

today, the kind

where rain settles

on your shoulders like

a mantle before it even

falls, the kind of day when

you find out something bad at

the same time you're waiting

breathlessly for something

extraordinary, 

the kind of day you forget

and remember and hum

and are silent in,

the kind of day that's

unpredictable, and all dice 

rolls go awry, and breezes

somersault through open

windows and flurry around

the pages of your book,

the kind of day that's made

of street lamps and false

sunrises and whispers and

being out of ink,

today is that moment after

you pluck a blackberry from

the vine, fingers

still throbbing from thorns,

it's that moment when

you raise it to your lips and

something in you clenches

because you don't know

if it will dawn sunlight sweet

or achingly sour 

"you're here for a reason,"

is what they tell me,

as if that clears anything up about this confusing world and my confusing life. 

too bad things aren't written up, 

nice and neat, 

in a perfect, shiny handbook dropped off on my doorstep. 

this is what you'll achieve. 

this is why you're here. 

no, 

instead I'm sent off in the dark, 

we're all sent off in the dark, 

without any idea of why we exist,

and expected to function perfectly fine,

expected not to have questions, 

expected to live our lives believing that everything will work out nicely in the end, 

tied up with a perfect, shiny ribbon.  

everyone seems to know their purpose, 

their future, 

their dreams. 

but aren't we all just pretending?