I lay awake,
Under the starry skies,
Look into eternity,
Casting upon thy cries.
My daily crisis of having depression, anxiety, insomnia and many more mental disorders in a nutshell.
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I sat at the back of the class,
Observing everything it has.
In a room with 40 people,
I'm ending up looking at You.
I felt something being teared up.
Be it the walls I put around,
To my secrets and feelings that
I have kept and refused to have.
I did not want myself to fall.
I do not want to risk it all.
But what can I do if my heart
Keeps beating and feeling for you.
You make me melt with those bright eyes,
Calm me with your beautiful smile,
It's like a sea, you are my tide,
And I'm the boat sailing around.
I'm a mere human and you're the
Galaxy that I want up high.
You may be out of my limit,
But I guess I can't help but try.
I just wanted to share a poem I wrote for my special someone on Valentine's.
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words drift away unfettered
from whence they came,
passing like undreamed clouds
– pragmatic eyes to the sky
in a searching stare –
unsought thoughts disappearing hence
a fog bow fading into sunlight
there are days when
it comes out in my silence
there are days when
it falls down in my tears:
muse – muted in poet's pause,
heart and soul whispers
laid bare unwritten
behind parsing eyes
disregarded words let loose,
the way low hanging fruit
falls benign — unharvested —
from a bird's eye view
silently fermenting traces
and unfiltered memories
come and go unheeded words,
discarded like the passing
time of our lives
at times it's ludicrous
to follow down
left behind callous:
when the shoe won't fit;
slogging across eroding
time-worn stepping stones
scattered on this twisted line
these feet have been walking down,
trying to make a getaway
walking away from the memories
like so many indelible footprints to escape
– while dreaming stardust into stars
in nameless constellations –
reaching out from the inside,
trying to experience
the empirical shape
of stifling silence
in a theatre made by chance
distilling the gifts and burdens
of trying to live a worthy life
only I'll see...
harlon rivers ... September 27, 2018
pondering reticence, my recent hesitation makes me wonder — do you ever just not write down the poetry that is right in front of the eyes of your soul? This is the last piece i've written and feels as if it could be... but any poet knows — you can't steer a river
"One Man's Wilderness" by Richard Proenneke, is the title of a book I read twice this summer "Alone in the Wilderness"
"poet's pause" a truism/expression coined by Pagan Paul
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I am not who I say I am
I am someone who
I have forgotten myself
names not me
my face is not me
my eyes not mine
my soul calls me down within
it rejects my reflection
I and the soul in division
who am I?
I feel this overwhelming happiness,
So called Euphoria.
Bursting into laughter
Turning into a dilemma
It passes by verily.
Rarely felt by many.
After all, you were sad subconsciously.
Oh, How I miss to be purely happy
Never thinking of anything deeply
Playing around like nothing's wrong
Just being happy. I'm really unsure.
Immensely, you'll start Euphoric
After that it feels Terrific.
Maybe you weren't worth for such a thing,
And you'll regret what you just did.
Euphoria, Extreme happiness.
A dilemma of a bitter after taste.
A teenager's problem,
Everytime they find them.
Been so down and busy lately. So heccin sad without a reason.
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I woke up from a dreamy fantasy,
Never wanting to go back to reality.
Cause I'm with you
And in reality I can barely be with you...
I dream of us together
Loving each other as if it's forever.
Talking about our future if ever
Until I woke up, we become severed.
Day and Night
Because of your might
I can't stop thinking of you
And my numbness has been overthrew.
I enjoy dreaming about me and you.
And sometimes I wish you are too.
But I'm hurt of the reality,
That it can barely come true.
Thanks for anyone who reads this. I appreciate it.
Every time I think of you,
Not because of what you do
But because of my heart's broken tracks
I love you and I'm happy to be with you
But what do I do?
If my heart's anxiety,
Is perfectly brewed.
As my love intensifies,
So does my miseries.
How is it possible to hurt greatly
When nothing is wrong barely.
I hate myself as much as I love you,
But am I lost?
Cause how can I love someone else,
If I can't even start believing in myself.