I am disengaging with reality I don't mean to but I've measured my days in unrequited affection
Each day ends the same Never is there a change The sun still tumbles out of existence Releasing a shroud of turpitude, for me to cloak myself in
Watching doves has become an annoyance Daydreaming on how easy they can fly anywhere With whomever they wish I draw my knife and poke it against my temple And feel the wetness of frustration tread lightly
Down it drips, Splashing against wanted hips Staining painted fingertips Solidifying a destined kiss Down, it drips
All I'm left with Is a streak of unrequited affection Hoping it fades someday
But for now, it drys Giving me the mark Of unbridled emotions In the shape of a caged mourning dove.
Have you read me yet? I tell a story that is Straightforward and humble in it's beginning Where I coddle you in the warmth Show you joy in my words You admire this journey That we are about to embark
Then, a problem arises But you stop halfway And dog-ear me Leave me in a predicament That I have to replay over and Over and over Stuck in an endless...
Did I disappoint you? Was the problem too disturbing? Did it leave you perplexed? Was it too graphic in the depictions of What lurked towards the ending?
When will you read me again? I feel the words starting to take their leave I hear they're having a wonderful time in the sun But I fear that As time has gone on My ending has been stained and rewritten to Blank pages So even if you wanted to read me again Unfortunately, you will never know How my story ends.
A/N: You should probably take care of your books...
Me and a friend were talking They asked me “Is there anything as radiant as the moon?” I paused Felt the muscles around my lips spasm and answered “There is”
We continued walking They asked me “Is there anything more blinding than that blistering sun above us?” I stopped Felt my pores open their floodgates and answered “There is, and just as fiery too”
We stopped by a pier and watched as the waves rolled in They asked me “Is there anything as gentle as the rocking of those ocean waves?” I closed my eyes Felt the sea breeze scent mark me and answered “There is, and it’s a sight to see”
We said our goodbyes for the evening But before they left, they asked me “Are you sure that there is something that is even more radiant, blinding and gentle as mother Gaia?” I took their hand, clasped it with my own and answered “There is, and when it grips your soul with its feathered touch, Only then will you understand.”
A/N: Love poems are my weakness and I enjoy writing them so much.
My chest… Is on fire I feel these flames Gradually make their way Through my fluctuating state of Pure joy and **** near dread
I feel these flames Transform themselves into a Unstoppable sweltering inferno that Soldiers through Burning tunnels and chars’ arteries that Lead only to Pure ecstasy and **** near ruin
How my chest, with such a Enraging inferno that Threatens to engulf me, Each intake of breath fanning its heat, Turning me into my own wicker man Is able to withstand Such intensity Is a mystery that only those Who have been handed back roses Will understand.
I sit on my bed And across from me Peering back Was Cupid
He giggled And wigged his bow While I Had one hand on my phone And another on his shot arrow That pierced My side Many moons ago
He looked on As my bed began To soak red And stared in awe While I continued to Tug on this ****** arrow
It doesn't move I can feel it's Spearhead inch Even further Pulling sinew and flesh With it
I beg and plead with him To take it out And that I should've heeded his warnings That longing for the impossible Was going to lead to my Downward spiral of wanting Love from Aphrodite in corporeal form But the longing was much to great Surely he too understood this
But he Bites his thumb at me And continues to giggle And fiddle with Another of his arrows
I grow dizzy And cold But this arrow burns hot Like the Caribbean sun With an inferno scorching my lungs
A scream escapes me And Cupid claps Before he takes aim And pretends to Shoot another of his arrows Through my phone
I feel another pang in my chest Knowing this gesture all to well For I deserve this torture Because I Can't let go Of Aphrodite in corporeal form
A/N: If you wanna hear me read it: https://vocaroo.com/i/s1Uk4oGfM4EZ
How many of you Have been told That you walk And act Like another That isn't you?
How many of you Have been told That the way you smile Makes them reminisce About an era That you're sure You have never taken part in?
How many of you Have been stopped Only to see their anguish That you aren't Who they thought you were?
How many of you Have actually started to believe That you are the one They think and talk about? . . . How long will I be called your name ? Tell me! How long will I have to bare your scars and burdens? Tell me! How long will I have to tell people that I am not you? Tell me! And watch their crestfallen faces In places I've never been
Will the sun rise and push you aside So that I may shine one day? Maybe
But this cycle never ends And I brace myself Everyday To be called you Yet again
I have revealed A lot more of myself Than any of you realise
I have torn chunks of skin And revealed a canary in a cage for a heart It chirps charming words at you It dances for you Before being plague with guilt and revulsion And hiding away It will come back I promise At least, that's what I say?
I have scratched away deceit scrape by scrape and shown only despair That is still here And doesn't look Like it's going anywhere
I rip my fears like hangnails and leave them to fester Hoping one day that they heal But I do not put a band-aid on Because they will heal, Right?
I have revealed A lot more of myself Than any of you realise
I shiver I am but a desolate shell For this unbearable Uncompromising Frankly terrifying Abomination that we call Winter
I distrust the roads and how they fill with Insurmountable snow that blocks my passage To a world of warmth and vigour
Frosted over window panes are the bane of my existence or what little there is Because I'm frosted inside
no end in sight And all I have to greet me Is a jolly man that on a particular night Meets me and Treats me From evening to midnight
And then he leaves and for a split second I will miss the frost That he befalls me I will miss the cold icy breath that tickles my chest and spreads deep into my lungs Until I remember That Spring shall keep me company And then I shiver
This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now It twist into snakes It drys quick It turns into a river stream And most days it makes me heave
This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now It quakes when life leaves It stammers and splutters like crickets It is silent and Forgetful And most days it is torture to clean
This cursed tongue is a conflict I've had for awhile now And most days I'm grateful to have such a cursed tongue It wraps around my larynx and cuts my speech It becomes so long it reaches the pits of my stomach making me weak It hides secrets that no one Should Or ever will know
If you wanna hear it read aloud: https://vocaroo.com/i/s0NbMMCL5OAp