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jac, i'm blue,
i see no light
i can't even recall
the feeling of fright.
my sight
is lost
i'm in a trance
i tried my best,
but boy i can't dance.

he beat me blue,
jac, he knew.
He knew the end
had to destroy everything
we once grew.

that was the only way
to get away.
fly away
far
far
away.

my love for you may not stray
but me? i will, could not, truly stay.
 Oct 2016 Johnny Davis
Destre'
The world crashes in on itself
Mixing into a conglomeration of colors and blurry shapes
Breathe
I close my eyes and try to focus
My chest moves up and down as if I'd just got done running
Only
I haven't moved
And as it moves I know there should be air filling my lungs but I can't seem to get enough
Can't seem to
Take
A deep
Breath
My head feels light
Like it's floating on clouds just waiting
To come
crashing
down
Breathe
What's wrong with me I'm pathetic Get a grip
Calm. down.
My thoughts scream!

Just breathe

But I can't
The world won't stop spinning
My chest won't stop moving
And my lungs won't fill
**I can't breathe
Try pretending to blow out a candle
 Oct 2016 Johnny Davis
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 Oct 2016 Johnny Davis
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I thought about it
on and on
and on
and on
and on
and again
Til I realized
I am my own
before I am anyone else's
I am free
But I am scared
of being too free


Too much liberty
Can cage me
 Oct 2016 Johnny Davis
Cali
I miss you
sometimes
just enough
so that it hurts.

When I feel like
I'm living in limbo,
one half step away
from falling apart,
I think of you
as a panacea
for all of the quiet thoughts
and dead stares.

When I find myself
painting canvases black
at three in the morning
and pressing my nails
into my wrists
just to feel
something,
I wish you were here
to coax me into bed
and kiss me
like you never did.

I miss you,
selfishly and
shamelessly.

And it twists
and slides through
my fingers like paint-
beautiful useless emotion.
Moisty-mist on the sill,
The morning has come
There's no light still.
The winters are here
And I... feel the chill.

My breath is warm,
The air around cold
Dry season's balm
Makes me feel old.
I wish, I could, I will.
But I... feel the chill.

Body tight in blanket,
Eyes peeping around.
I look, I try, I fumble
Without making a sound.
The world's silently working
As if they took some pill
But me, I am struggling!
The task's too uphill.
So, I close my eyes and slumber
Coz I...feel the chill!
Dehradun winters be like...
I’m thankful for our encounter
and smooth seas
dont make good sailors,
you were a near death experience
and nothing more,
you were always a story
that was written in sand on shore
and the tide that washed you away
also dusted off my spine.
an excerpt.
Your moth light is supposed to
sustain me.

I am told to discredit
my sun,

its fuel unnecessary,
yours enough.

What do shadows live on,
this light?

I am the keeper of your
caterpillar dreams.
Featured along with other fine poems in my poetry collection, "Witch", available on Amazon and Lulu.
Space to move,
time to grow.
Wheels placid
aside your
tapping
toe.

...

Fingers bolt
from you chin;
your body wobbles,
the chair starts
to spin.

...

You're frantically falling
who are you?
Calling

Do not fear.
listen, hear.
I am here, feel
i am near.

There you go,
Here you are.
Do you know,
you're from the
universe
afar?

I can and I do
and I can't help,
but I see the
real You.

Do you see
just who
you are?

You are My once
upon a
shooting
star.
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