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beautiful to say the least
for you always stop my eyes
their gaze trapped upon you
my attention
now stolen
you have no idea
the pull your beauty possesses
on my poor deprived eyes
the harder my heart beats
the more I have to hear
of why that is
of who it is
of what even
but at the end
in the silence
body will be filled with the sound
the harder my heart beats
you keep my heart afloat
even when its being weighed
it knows to keep you happy
it has to
stay high
beating loud
for you to return to less
that just wont do
My attempt at a Rumi style poem
Blink,
That brief darkness
Gifts you a moment
Interestingly
One of clarity
Where have you been
Did you really disappear
Or, was it
A moment to turn again
But return to...

Who?
Eyes pressed against me
Exposed from the darkness
What?
Things I thought were behind me
Brought to light from the darkness
When?
A period of my life
That I hid in the darkness
Where?
Was I trapped or lost
Travelling throughout the darkness
How?
The only way I can think
Is because of the darkness

It only makes sense
These extensions to fairly
Easy questions?
Or is it that I've always been here
You're the one blinking
Through the dark
Or am I just
Freaking out over
Something simply explained as
Blinking.
How odd is the feeling
Happy yet Sad
Something bringing your
Smile down
Yet
Immediately after your
Cheeks are hurting
From making my
Mouth a hammock

Such an weird sensation,
To have such glee,
And great sorrow,
Both at once.
Not even competing but,
In a tandem,
Doubling up on you.
Get the switch as if
You blink your eyes and now
You are filled by the opposite
Feeling.

Torture, it is!
Filling your mind,
With false fantasies
To justify this mental melting,
But what's the goal,
Of these manic magicians,
Opposites with simplistic similarity.

How so?
Well, they can easily
Mesh together,
And leave your mental
Sapped!

Wait,
Let me relax,
Don't let them mix like that,
But otherwise let them just drift...

Happy yet Sad
Sad yet Happy
Talon Robinson Dec 2024
This is a poem
About...
Nothing special honestly
I just wanna write
Or in this case type
Just letting my fingers move
All along my keyboard
Creating these lines
Mostly just letting them go
Do their thing before
Well before I have time
To change and alter them
I don't know
I guess this is a cool enough poem
I don't know I was just writing
Talon Robinson Dec 2024
You ever get a
Sharp pain
Right in your
Chest?
Then instead of
Freaking you instead that
Person pops up
And then you are
Instantly angry
But at the fact you
Want their presence
Their energy
How dare they tease
Mentally with their
Gorgeous appearance
In our heads
Ah crazy what the
Heart asks for
Nothing bad just that person driving you crazy and not knowing :)
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