Did you feel like crimes of coincidence?
I did
Brought to a place
by coincidence
a place where I do not belong
left my mama's arms
hey Pete hey Charles
damn
this place
of coincidence
the modernity has been removed
to the trees
to the roots
of the maples displayed
take me away
from this awful place
they do not accept me
for I am only a place
of coincidence
tear down the barn
of years made of dismay
the war
the battle
which I had no choice
they moved me from here to there
I stood my ground
I stood my battle
let me rest in peace
This poem arose from a place of the unconscious. I was exploring the difference of "conscious" & "unconscious". Conscious being "place of awareness" whereas unconscious being "not deliberately intended".
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
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