Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Under The Skin (Eternal)

Under The Skin (Eternal)

Jump in, the water's fine?

With touch
they could take dreams away but
I won't let them.
With the repeated tapping
of fingers on my tender skin,
memories would wash out to sea.
I was convinced
I needed you here with me.
But time widens,
drains into
that empty ocean I've been set adrift
too many times.
Weightless, sails bend
in rippled, parallel ventures searching,
seeking. No salt, odorless
breezes unseen ply
my veins full, beating in rhythm
somehow without you
on these time waves returning.
Strapped in,
no oars, a needle could
sink so deep,
fill my blue until I'm green
with a fluid that leaves me empty
on this glass,
reflecting unfulfilled for the rest of life.
Some eternal sunshine,
not spotless
in this foggy mind; needed
your compass to bring me to your shore.

I won't let them take you away; visions
seldom seen, recreated in vexing dreams.
My skin, my own. My heart, alone until
time returns tangible visions, spinning
on this plane I'm anchored to eternal.

If only once I closed my eyes by your side.

         

In Behavioral Health they use a method of tapping your wrist/hand to wash out the pain of bad memories that could have set a person's life on an emotional course away from rational thought. There's a more current method now I won't get into. Makes me think of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or a scene from That 70s Show when an angel offers to take away all Eric's happy memories of Donna. Sometimes it's hard to give up the bad, connected to what is still good.

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With touch
they could take dreams away, but
I won't let them.
With repeated tapping
of fingers on tender skin, rhythmic,
memories would wash out to sea.

Convinced
I need you here with me. But,
time widens, drains into
that empty ocean I'm set adrift,
too many times.
Weightless, sails bend
in rippled, parallel ventures searching,
seeking. No salt,
breezes unfelt ply my veins full,
beating somehow without you
on time waves returning.

Strapped in, no oars,
a needle could sink so deep,
fill my blue with a fluid
leaving me empty on this glass,
deflecting, unfulfilled for the rest of life.
Some eternal sunshine
in this fogged head needs your compass,
bring me to your shore.

I won't let them take you away; visions
seldom seen, recreate in vexing dreams.
My body an oracle, with heart alone, until
timeless visions spin anew, anchored eternal.
If only once
I closed my eyes by your side.

In Behavioral Health they use a method of tapping your wrist/hand to diminish pain of bad memories that sets a person on an emotional course away from rational thought. Makes me think of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Though, it's hard to give up the bad, connected to what is still good.