An Achromatic
By: Ezekiel Gonzales
A ball slapping on the court, spurts of perfume smelling like berries, fit bodies and tainted smiles
The kids dance and play across the world
Never one to say what they should be
What one should look like
What one plays in society and how they fit in
We’re never given the choice to become something better than what we are now;
having to stick to society norms to change in to some one that we despise
To become some one that masks our true selves
We just what to be us– our own person
Because if we aren’t, who even are we?
Sweet dreams, flavored like cotton candy, turn in to the bitterest sour
Playing mindless games that are to never last is our favorite pastime
We distract ourselves with the fabrication of innocence, so much, we begin to forget what our job to this earth is
“Is this what we’re meant to be; busy bodies working to the end of time?”
We don’t know what our place is, but it doesn’t matter– it’s already been decided for us
The me we are to be is someone who dies early
One, two, three, you and me
Hand-in-hand,
we chase each other through the park, listening to any one and no one
The only sound we hear is our joyful laughter bouncing across swings and slides, the beams glistening with the bright sun, and it’s only us
Just you and me
They look at us with distain, ugly sneers turned our way, as we spin through the streets to our own beat
Such a pitiful sight we are
We know we don’t belong, we never will, and is that our fault?
Yes,
Disappearing is what we should do, no one will notice and it’s not like we would either
They look content with the lives the live, yet we can’t join them;
it’s not that we can’t it’s that we won’t
Does that make us bad humans?
Yes,
Whatever answer there is, it will always be us that ruin the lives of those that pass us by
Desolate grounds where we once danced are covered in dust and grim, rust colored, and crumble with just the slightest of touches
You and me, that’s what we are; the rotten things society has deemed us to be
Taking our leave, we could bring the happiest of happiness
We’ve brought a plague to this world, so why not take ourselves to the grave
where we’ve put the sick ones at
The things we told each other, quiet nothings and sad beliefs,
we walk the tight-rope of us and them
Our make believe is what keeps us apart, yet the desires are still the same
We dread what we most love, knowing it will be ruined by our friends and family
They scowl and spit our way for we are too different,
but why must they be so cruel to those that want to be different?
We are the vermin born in to this designed world
We shall take our leave, rise at dawn, and find some where we could hide
We pass the streets in bed sheets, ghosts among the many, seemingly out of place,
but being one with the nothing
We let the people pass us by in ignorance, unbeknownst they know not who we are
Weaving through the crowd with such precision it seems we’ve done this for forever
Without you, without me, no one cares about our lack of presence
I walk among them, feet to never reach the ground,
as you soar through the clouds with glee
We have become invincible now that we’ve hidden from the world around us
What we have done affects no one any more, why haven’t flown away yet?
We took our leave from our world and no one spoke a word,
but why does your smile falter when you turn to me?
Why do you shy away from the plants, flowers you used to love, stray away from lingering cats,
yet you continue to fall behind me
It’s you and me, me and you, so what have you got to say
They live their lives without our presence, merrily drifting through the motions,
so why are you no longer happy to be free?
You had watched the others with distain, yet you seem to ache for their ways
Your sheet has started to slip from your shoulders, exposing raw, untainted, glow,
but you wish for such silly things
I watch you as you follow the rhythm of their lives
Have we strayed too far?
Did you miss the things that hurt you, or do you wish to conform,
to feel what they feel,
to know what it would be like to blend in
They are stuck in ways we never have been; our souls had danced with the stars
Don’t you know what they do at the end?
Life gathering in one place, repeated motions, inevitable deaths
They will shed their husks and climb the stairwell, but we will hold the world
Why do you want to go away
You’ve stuck by my side as we wandered through places no one ever dare go,
but the people we once were no longer exist
This sheet does not hide us from the world, we hide ourselves from the world
Do you see what you have become?
One with the sheet
You’ve taken to the sky with the smile of an angel, but when you come down,
do you see what you’ve missed?
I will shed this cloak and be someone with everyone
You look at me so gently, stop, I want to give in, how will we continue like this
Don’t look at me like that anymore, if you do, I will for sure crumble
We’ve existed since forever, so why can’t you see what we’ve become?
One, two, three, you and me
No hand to hold, I sit by the curb to catch you pass, my new pastime since you left
We dared not speak to one another when the day came,
merely look within each other’s eyes
We knew what was to happen, an inevitability, but never talked about such possibility
Why do so when you’re meant to be forever?
Your sheet rests in my arms, a memento
You walk with such grace it hurts to watch
As kids we did the same, but that was too long ago
Being kids were my favorite moments;
careless as days passed,
forming new worlds within our own, testing the limits of what a kid could
We never dreamed of an empty eternity
You left with haste that morning;
you ripped your sheet and tossed in to the wind, leaping through the streets with a smile
Why do you smile so?
I never look your way as I pass, opting to watch the clouds soar above
I won’t let my chance be gone before it’s too late
They never look at me the way they did before, that must be a good sign
I feel you watch me, but I let it fade with the memories of the things we did together
I will continue to go with the people
I will continue to read, write, explore what we never could,
and follow what I should’ve done
The remnants of the sheet linger on my clothes,
dainty white stripes reflect the sun in to my eyes,
it tries to blind me, but I pick them away
The continue to come back, they float in the air only to draw back to me
Why can’t you take them away?
Sitting on the rotten curb, my sheet whips across me, binding and restricting
I fumble with it, I take it in to my hands wanting to rip it, but I hold back
I hold back because I know what will happen when it goes
I know you see me, I know you hear me,
I know you wish to take back your sheet– that’s why it comes clings to you
Days go by, I’ve expected you back but a smile, one you never made before,
takes its place across your face
What a pitiful sight
I want to feel what you feel, I want to know what makes you smile,
yet I take no action for I know what you’d do
A sight so sad you would laugh
A desperate friend wanting to see things he can’t
It boils under my skin, splotches my skin in dark hues, our sheets begin turning to ash
One, two three, no more you and me
I don't write poems 'n such, but here's what I've got! I like to write these 'poems' for fun (?)
