Habitus Insaniam

Habitus Insaniam

The wild and bewildered things hang on the fringe

With insanity's name reserved. 

Hardly.

We blindly declare ourselves:

Asinine,

Vacuous,

And, yes, inane.

Encountering a door we closed 

The mistake stares us in the face 

"I promise to learn"

"I promise to change"

Said as we welcome it in again.

"It will be different"

"It will be better"

Repined through ensuing delirium.

Caught in the dizzying carousel 

Fatuously wondering why our heads spin

And our pleas fall short.

We expected an easy aberration

...

One that was not promised 

And cannot be achieved alone. 

I am not exempt from this travesty.

This insanity. 

~Lauren~

Flowers in our Hands

Flowers in our Hands

Sitting among the ashes

Of what was

Fooling ourselves 

To believe it is all still here 

Imagining the walls                           

And listening to them talk

Seeing their stories 

And trying to live them again

We are blind to what is growing 

Before our eyes 

Too focused on 

Charred flowers in our hands

We see the blossoms 

As they were

And desperately ignore 

What they haven't become 

Why do we waste 

Our time 

On fools dreams 

And fools eyes 

Why don't we stop 

Stop tricking ourselves 

Into being blind to 

What we know 

If we keep remembering 

Keep wanting 

We will foolishly 

Waste our powers 

~Lauren~