We Were There

2014-09-04 00:28 AM

She was a chaos junkie,
with words fragile like porcelain -
She vowed to continue to wage
war on optimism,
and to demystify life.

Fragile like porcelain,
her words echoed past
the thin walls of forevers promised
in past times and past lives and past lies,
exploding with screaming suicides.

She forgot how sounds
became words, or sentences;
Listening to the bouncing sound waves,
eager to wreck the audiences
in a cruel and chaotic symphony:

Making music out of cacophony,
turning the ticking clocks in her head
into ghosts of her serenity broken;
cutting through the maddening silence
with every whistling outward breath.

She could neither watch nor bear
the lack of poetry gushing out of bullet holes -
turning the nothing into anything,
where anywhere is out of place
and stuck in the ticking chaos.

Addicted to the rhythm unbroken,
ticking mad like armies marching.
Her words or music fell far behind
the shadows of our backs, running
over endless places of emptiness.

But we were there.
Without a doubt,
within the noise of all voids filled;
of the pale faces hanging mirrors
upside down to see the truth -

She was there.

And we were,
without a doubt,
there.