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Months pass, not a text from you.
Notifications long since dried up
But somehow you're always on my mind.

I have nothing that belongs to you.
Long removed those photos on my phone
Yet, you're always on my mind.

Not one reminder left behind.
Except a broken and hollowed heart.
And somehow you're always on my mind.

Just an empty soul, wishing for more.
hoping that one day, maybe decades away.
you won't only be in my mind.
They say a picture is worth
1000 words but it's a lie..
Your pictures are all
I have left now
that you're gone..

So from where I'm sitting,
no! From where I am  laying
injured like a deer on the side
of the road.

A picture isn't worth any words
unless that word is regret
written over and over,
and over and over....
God I miss you!!!
Fated poets
wander lost
in a sea of dreams

Devoid of truth
and not in rhyme
their words demeaned

Lasting moments
unresolved
repeat and spawn

Waiting for new
light to birth
— a saving dawn

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
I set limits
because I must
it isn't just a test
oh but
trust and believe
it is a test
you fail the test
you lose my trust
I don't like the middle
It feels like an ocean
Swimming it everyday
I want to be close to the shore
Where you are
Where I can at least see you
Hear you
The middle feels almost like
Drowning
You are too far
To help me get thru
Or throw me a lifeline
Reassure me
So
I can at least float
To your shore
I hate the middle of the week. This is my best description of how it feels.
A puppy licks my face.
I'm good.

A lizard licks my face.

It's clean.

An ant licks my face.
Ant's don't have tongues.
And they feel good on my skin.

IT's good to be alive?
NOTES - C Stevens - whatever happened to that goofball?
Somebody needs to do research on these episodes of sporadic incidental mental seizures.and I've had a few of the physical ones too.
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