No more lies
or games
no shame taken
on
I am
what I am
and will
with no fibre of me
adjust
just to make you feel
better.
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 6:52 AM UTC
Nostalgic body wishing for a cold spring
Lonely nights with horror cinema and unprovided love
Chocolate and endless food for the dawn
Dreams and daydreams were real and alive
They weren’t covered in shades and dark
I wish I could feel hope and love
I wish I could find a good movie that I cannot forgot
A good album that abide me by and a time for me to feel alive
Poetry isn’t poetry anymore
When it’s losing its meaning
It’s losing its meaning
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
Lost on a sailboat going nowhere but towards a dream
I glide deeper in blue waters looking for the endless seam
night has fallen softly all around me, I can only gleam
here in my sailboat, standing spar to spar a pulpit realm
Finding only calm I mesh as one with the dolphins in the sea
the wind blows softly in my ear whistling past the bow now free
the calendar of time fades as dull as grandad's silver cutlery
I breathe deep, deeper then mermaids, there are three ***
Entering forbidden lands, my fantasy is real and real is not , I could
for I'm warrior of old navigating, counting knots on a piece of wood
ancient trees wave from a distance standing where they always stood
while my unflappable sails align to the sky, 15 knots no more all good
Finding solace in a cup of Joe sitting on a berth at the edge of night
the stars are pantomiming with the flicker of their equestrian light
she sits beside me reading my tea cup in her flimsy gown of white
the ghost of my Fedora, together we are lost it a nautical twilight.
May 25, 2021
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night
The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin
You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity
The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them
And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted
To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies
But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun
And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood
Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer
Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal
I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
☾
Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.
☼
Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC
-
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
-
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
-
gleaming
with
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
bland
wax candle prose
written
by plain poet hands
-
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC