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
Energy radiating from your warm, u̶n̶-n̶u̶r̶t̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ soul entices me.
I Daydream of your gentle but c̶a̶l̶l̶o̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ hand pressed palm-to-palm with mine; fingers intertwined.
Living as if I was yours in a fairytale land.
Joy spreads across your face as your soft hazel eyes follow my stride.
Dousing myself in the lovely h̶e̶l̶l̶f̶i̶r̶e̶.
Draw my hips in close to yours; lay your precious lips upon mine.
The dream is beginning to d̶i̶e̶.
My eyes flutter open and I return to the n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶m̶a̶r̶e̶ of reality while my head lies calmly on your chest feeling each shallow breath.
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.
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.
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
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.
Dedicated to a ****** that I know. He hides everything inside when he should set them free.
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.
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.
There’s always a new dream.