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 Oct 2023 MeanAileen
Noa Adler
I'm tired of wishful thinking
I'm scared of being close,
And as the world goes by,
I fall asleep and no one knows.

My mind all pins and prickles,
My stomach all in knots,
The marks you left aren't healing,
And you will not leave my thoughts.

There's holes in all my pockets,
And there's hair chopped in the sink,
I'll draw another cigarette,
And down another drink.

I'm tired of being outcast
By everyone I love,
But everyone abandons ship
When push comes to shove.

So I remain, unmoving,
A blanket on my head,
I'll hold my breath and close my eyes,
And wish that I were dead.

With every word you tell me,
My heart burns to a char,
Mistakes were made, And I'm afraid
It's gonna leave a scar.

The streak remains unbroken,
When all is said and done.
Don't tell me that you want me
If tomorrow you'll be gone.

I'm woken up by silence,
I eat, but never much.
My soul is dimming slowly
And my skin yearns for your touch.

And here, I sense a pattern
Of self destructive cues,
How is it that I end up here
No matter what I choose?

Yes, here, I sense a pattern
Now that you're gone from my view,
I can only fall asleep
If I can dream of you.
 Oct 2023 MeanAileen
Noa Adler
Miles upon miles,
Riddled with beds.
Tissues and soft hands,
To wipe my tears.
Piles upon piles,
Of blankets and food.
A nice, big bowl
Of serotonin.
There is a magic dragon
 That my father and I know
It circles me then glides back to him
No matter where we go.

 Inside this invisible little beast,
 Part of my dad does stay
Immortalized, by magic art
please never go away.

Upon these words dragon's wings hang
ontop the lonley wind,
supported- gliding endlessly
Through life's chaos its spinned.

With every spin circling back,
To the begninng, till each end....
Each time another battlecry -
This Heavy heart's hardened.

May I be rendered, in truths light
When deception's shadow's tall,
& may that dragon help me find
A way back through it all.
Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea... 🎶
Inspired by the famous nursery rhyme of the same title.
Dear Dad,

We close our eyes, and we retreat
too a very special place-
Away from worry, away from doubt-
familiar teardrops trace.

So, when I see you, sleeping –
the phone right by your seat-
I cannot help but lay parallel, with you-
& forego frantic defeat.

I cannot help but lay with you
& Join your slumber deep,
Knowing that one day when you leave this earth-
that we can always meet in sleep.

Love, Eric
to my 77 year old father, to whom I owe it all.
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