Growing Pains.

"Sugarcanes in the easy morning. Weather vanes, my one and lonely."

This is not mine. I really wish I could say that it was. I'd give credit to the author but I have no idea who it is..

To begin,
We start negative
Our worries and our world
We screech about our
Plagues and 
Griefs
and firepit our tombs
Our graves are dug
We step slowly
Towards the end
On broken glass
Our journey
Pure blood
and pain
But amidst all that we
See as torture
The dying soul
We reach out upon our 
Palms a light
On which we 
Guide ourselves
It brings out
Hope and peace
And heat
We brain wash our
Bodies
And spend our
Money on liquid
Drink ourselves
To bitter perfection
This light we carry
Holds maybe bits
of soul
of heart
of mind
And it turns us to people
To the flesh and bone
We peel and break 
Off our shell
Tonight, this light
We run
Melt the glass to sand
Let it slip between our
Empty toes
Run through our 
Skin to the end
We believe
See all around the leaves
The fallen trees
The dead
We open our eyes
Turn colors
Words
Over in our mouths
Bite sour
Candy and listen
To the songs, the rustle
Of the Earth
Makes ears
We breathe 
And all around our charge 
Is positive
All around we shake 
Bounce 
Molecule
To molecule
Never stopping
We push
Against the negative
Rub
and rub
Wrong
and wrong
We dance
and bite
and shout
We become a force
As we
Crash and create
Light
Surreal
We disperse 
Shatter in the sky
Boom
Irresponsibly
Lightning
We become
Tonight
The sky will light
Shine for moments
Heat
Open to reveal.


Vanessa. ((