Static
A constant state of being stuck in uncertainty
The black and white blurred together in noisy frustration
There’s bad, there’s good
But now you can’t find the line between them
All swirled together in a simple tv screen
The chanel that showed my life used to be filled with color
Has now gone off air
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
Energy radiating from your warm, u̶n̶-n̶u̶r̶t̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ soul entices me.
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I Daydream of your gentle but c̶a̶l̶l̶o̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ hand pressed palm-to-palm with mine; fingers intertwined.
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Living as if I was yours in a fairytale land.
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Joy spreads across your face as your soft hazel eyes follow my stride.
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Dousing myself in the lovely h̶e̶l̶l̶f̶i̶r̶e̶.
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Draw my hips in close to yours; lay your precious lips upon mine.
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The dream is beginning to d̶i̶e̶.
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My eyes flutter open and I return to the n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶m̶a̶r̶e̶ of reality while my head lies calmly on your chest feeling each shallow breath.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
Ears bitten by bitter words.
Words that are said to be out of love.
Yet each time there’s more hate in each ear piercing syllable.
Love by will not by force.
Do not discredit another for mistakes.
The mastery of our kind is unheard of.
Flawed.
Imperfect.
Yet tame.
Controlled.
Merciless words fracture my heart.
Shall I return the favor?
Do my words eat at you?
Sour aren't they?
To me they're bitter-sweet.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
There is so much he feels
He hides it in his heart
Lost in his heart
He should write about it
He should let it out
I have learnt that there is so much to say, to let out...
Remove the burdens that you bear
Unexpressed
Let me listen to your heart
Let me feel you through your words
He feels so much
He hides it with a smile
He hides it with loneliness
He should write about it
He should let it out.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Poetry is meant to be deep.
deeper than the coreless ocean; vaster than the galaxies.
It's where your deepest thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams are supposed to lie in peace.
Yet lately I feel uncappable of writing.
Every word I print feels lost with no meaning.
Broken thoughts that I can't seem to fix.
I stare blank minded at my notebook trying to spill ink.
It seems my pen has ran dry.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
Still yet still in motion.
I lay here ever questioning.
How we all came to be?
Why have we encountered certain tragedies?
Must I love all the things I see?
Are you and I supposed to be?
Is it all a dream?
I slowly forget that I’m spinning.
Laying here focused on my ceiling.
Dreaming about all the possibilities.
Every thought that seamlessly traces my mind is divine.
May we all be dreamers.
In the day.
In the night.
Wide awake.
Fast asleep.
There’s always a new dream.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
A friend and I had a heart-to-heart over our connections with our parents. We both grew up in a broken home. With difficult experiences with our parents.
He at one point asked me, “Have you ever wished you could do it over and make it different”
When he raised that thought upon me, I hesitated. I had to think, would I even be able to change what happened? Did it really hurt me that much? Could my long lost father be here in my life? Do I like who I am? And then I answered them all one by one. No, I wouldn’t I couldn’t make mom and dad love each other. Yes it hurt me but, I am a strong because of it. Possibly, but quite frankly I wouldn’t want him here. And finally no, I love myself. I am who, I am for a reason. I am perfect in my own unique way.
I then responded, “ No, I’m grateful for the bad and the good I’ve been dealt in life. It’s made me a good person. A person who still smiles on my worst days because I find the good even if it’s the smallest bit. It makes the world a different place.”
“I have never thought about it that way. I think I should try that!?” He replied instantly.
”It’s not always easy” I advise, “but even when it’s hard you mustn’t quit trying! If you ever have a day that you feel like quitting, or when you're just too tired to try; maybe even a day you just need a friend. I am here.”
“Ok, thank you.” He responded dearly.
• • •
I never realized that something that I do to control my roller coaster of a mind could change a persons perspective. I also never thought I would come upon that conversation. That was positive in my treacherous day. His hurt that I then turned to hope made my heart scintillate. Always love the worst part of your days. You grasp something new each time you just have to look for what it’s teaching. May it be a new face, feeling or a new thought. Whatever it is. It is important.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 4:43 AM UTC
You’re my ***** little secret. The one who always seems to grasp my heart. But everything is just a dream because no one else will ever see it.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
The universe seems to enjoy when we’re together. We are drawn to each other in this unexplainable way. And the thoughts that run through my mind. The ones of “us”. They drive me absolutely crazy. It like a craving for you to love me. But in the end, you always seem to run. Those feeling have to mean nothing; you have to mean nothing, and that breaks my heart.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC