azalea-fields
Canadian
I am a dreamer from the suburbs in and around Toronto. I mostly write about the love I never tasted and the dreams I never had. I am just a plain tyro in composing symphonies of words, forgive me. I am though, mostly honest. You are reading into my deepest depths of my mind and the coldest corners of my heart.
when you're waiting
and pining for your love,
every minute seems like a year.
is this heaven?
or is this hell?
i've lost my heart
and where i lost it,
i forgot that place as well.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
would you rather plaster together the parts of a rubble,
knowing the cracks will cause more casualties than the battle
would you rather build castles with the dusty ruins,
starting from the sand left by your broken visions
would you rather cry listening your past lover,
calling their new beloved their "heart's true keeper"
would you rather sing songs of unheard symphonies,
or soothe the heart with souvenirs of old melodies
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
there's something about unfinished work
faceless portraits
hanging poems
dead plot stories
everlasting melodies
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
paranoid automatons
surveying themselves
within
de-civilizing panopticons;
a missing guard
in a rich light tower
watching you
watch yourself
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
this summer
is going to be
more glorious than ever.
i'm going to go on road trips,
explore the corners of this city.
i will try to make art
and take photographs
of still things
and maybe candid freezes
of the loudest smiles.
i want to kiss the sun,
before the sun kisses me.
i want to cry to the ocean
before the ocean cries to me.
i want to swing on plastic seats,
i want to kiss soulful beats.
i want to remember this summer,
before this summer remembers me.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
i wonder before i wander
for the corridor is empty
i know i have neighbours
are they here?
do they care?
do they wonder as they wander?
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
i feel like the leaves in november's middays;
dying,
fragile,
and certainly of not summer's company.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
how often do you talk about the universe
how often do you talk about yourself
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
your fall for me was like the blitzkrieg:
fast and effective,
avoiding a war of attrition.
you destroyed me,
my command,
my control,
my communication to my soul
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
i am at a war against you
not myself, as they said
lost in the trenches
loading up my gun
will i shoot me
or will i lose thee
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC