Someone's

I see a light
It says someone's name
And someone's face

Inside I see a stage
Someone's standing there
Rapping with their hell of a voice

I open my pamphlet
And I see someone's life
Written in beautiful calligraphy

In between those lines
I see a no one with nothing
And there she goes flipping through the pages

"Trying to reach the sky
But she has no wings
Trying to touch the bottom of the sea
Yet she has no fins
Trying to live a life
And there she is standing still"

... reads the pages

And on and on it goes
While the rapper
And the calligrapher
Have all moved to another show

With an empty stage
And a pair of ocean blue eyes
I keep on reading

... and reading...

-Naytica-

More So, Maybe So

Could it be more so?
Paralyzing
Imprisoning

Or could it be more so?
Confining
Excruciating

No
Perhaps not

For it is merely a string
Red as blood
This as hair
Strong as steel

For it is only a string
Vague as reality
Fragile as hope
Fake as future

Or maybe so?

-Naytica-

The Sun and the Moon

There's a sun on the horizon
So close yet so far
I want to go there
I am there

There's a moon far up the night sky
Covered in a curtain of rainbow
So beautiful yet so dark
I want to touch it
I can feel it on my palm

Is it true that the sun and the moon are brothers?
Sisters?
Lovers?
I will not know
But I know they are for each other
Apart as they are
Different as they are
For they are merely reflections of each other

-Naytica-

Maybe It's Time

An inch there
An inch here
A stench left to polute
A trench left to trap

A finger there
A finger here
A ringer set off
A singer let off

Maybe it's time to consider a shoulder to cry on?
Or a neck to be cut?

An envelope to leave unopened
An antelope to leave bleeding out

Maybe it's time to consider a head?
To be put on a plate
And served as a last meal

-Naytica-

Rock Bottom

There's a little place
Called Rock Bottom

A place where little rocks come and gather
Singing their happy silent songs
Or their shiny little plaid surfaces
And their cold hard hearts

There's a little place
Called Rock Bottom

A place for little rocks to come and gather
Just waiting for the wind and the water and the sun
To come and turn them to dust

And you can visit them
And learn from their unchanged little lives
About their long lasting little buddies

Somewhere in Rock Bottom
You might just find your very own
Rock bottom little Rock Bottom buddy

-Naytica-

Sinking

Singking
I'm sinking
To the bottom of an endless pond
Which edges I cannot reach nor see

How did I get here?
Was my first question
For I thought it was a pond
Not a never ending salt water ocean

Maybe it is a mere trick of the mind?
Or perhaps a trick of the eyes?
For what I can see and what my mind describes
Are neither same or sane

Should I just try and find the bottom of this ocean?
Maybe then I can decide which is right
My mind
Or my eyes

Maybe then
I can find my missing heart

-Naytica-

Fate

The turn it took
To change a fate once set as a stone
To a fate of crumbling debris
One
Single
Turn

A mistake, it might have been
Or perhaps, a touch of fate itself
But nevertheless, it is final
Fatal
To the stone itself

Then again,
who says it could not have been righteous?
For it might, once again,
Be a touch of fate itself
Finally setting straight a course
Once redirected to an unsettling gravelly path
By, yet again, fate itself?

Thus,
Who am I to say
that, unknowingly,
it is all one?
One single path of stones
Debris
And gravel
all laid out
As one perfect,
fated,
mandatory path?