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Sep 2017 · 300
Joels Dillema
ovi Sep 2017
We met on the same road at odd strides
Drums of memories at our backs
Swaying and swishing us side to side
Spilling and splashing on our tracks

Your burden lightened as I smiled
The pain in your eyes softened
Shall we go into the wild?
I reached your hand, my grasp strengthened

Please. Let’s go… this is it
Don’t let thoughts hold you back
I’m with you
I’m by your side

Such strong legs, how are you still here?
Offload these memories, there lies better ahead
I’ll lag a moment, don’t you fear
And poke a hole in this drum so fed

It is night now, the sun has set
Tomorrow you’ll see, your drum will be shed

The sun rises, my eyes pry open
Your wings hid as a drum, now ready to fly
Unburdened, confident, they strengthen
Hunting the horizon, you aim with your eye

I stare with shock, I stare with awe
You turn at me with a faltering smile
Nature exposes our only flaw
There is no longer a shade of denial

Please go… it’s gonna be gone soon
I’d hold you back
Can’t follow you
Can’t be by your side

You won’t have to be scared
Face that horizon with brave
Make your wings spread
Follow and feast what you crave

I have got a drum to offload
I will follow your trail
Turn now, switch to flight mode
Lead the way, I will soon set sail

With a gentle swing of your bold wings
You shook this earth off
A wet earth upon which my foot now stings
I now stand in a memory trough

You hover and look back
One last look at my smile
As your tears try to stack
Instead they drop a mile

You swing your wings without fear
I will hold onto your burdens now
I feel the memories creep up my rear
I’m stuck now, I don’t know how

My chin sinks into the cold
You shrink into the distant glow
Roaring in the sky so bold
As I gargle under the flow

Please don’t go… what do we do?
I want you back
Just want to be with you.
Nobody is by my side

You can’t hear me from here
Please don’t turn back
I am surrounded by fear
It is so cold and black

I’ll come… enjoy it.
Chasing your back.
You will be with me
We’ll rule side by side
I met this girl from France, she had a week to stay. we made the best of that week and hoped she would return. she had other dreams to fulfil. I had responsibilities to tend to. dont know what the future holds for us.

we watched the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, it made us fall in love, a quote in the movie reads:
"this is it Joel, its gonna be gone soon. what do we do?"
"enjoy it."
Apr 2016 · 330
A crushing child
ovi Apr 2016
I drew a sketch of you
amateur, but still of you
had for you a hidden note before I knew lust
its probably somewhere hidden in dust
friends laughed and tried
I blushed, they sighed
couldnt get me through that wall of fear
and I hugged it like it was you my dear
scores of years passed
eyes aged and glassed
the pain never left my heart
stuck in there like a fine dart
I grew wild maniacally
you found true love eventually
I stopped when seeing your face
a smile that holds much grace
while I sit here decaying in rust
I sit growing old, living the past
when you see the wedding photos of a girl you liked
ovi Aug 2015
planted a shovel on the ground
a scoop at a time, I like that sound
dug my own grave
living a life so safe
searching for an empty space
with tears streaming down my face
a place I can rest my wavering soul
this world is too cold

need people that don't need me
keep thinking "where is she?"
I can't convince myself to settle
and I keep dropping petals
they appear and say hello
they are truly mellow
I convince them I'm ok too easily
I smile like this too freely

this song is on repeat
my heart syncs this beat
to dance and weep is difficult
I won't stop though, it would insult
head butting makes it light
I'll do this all night
but dancing alone is rough
but I can smile tough
besides my hands are well held
two pockets below my belt

I'd pin you to a wall
my kiss would make time stall
your eyes would moan with every kiss
your smile could bring me such peace
your belly would never rest
your butterflies would be a fest
the nights would be romantic
naughty and so dramatic
the mornings would be the best
no sleep yet so much rest
eating food would be an adventure
could end in a hazard lecture
friend would turn to enemy
then friend to our family
all in good time
exciting like a crime
yet
I can't seem to get past hello
my daydreams remain hollow

loosing grip on reality
I can't seem to get clarity
want to stay dreaming
where my life is teeming
lucidity has gotten difficult
I can't seem to adult
I still have faith
while in the morning I bathe

the day will pass by
I am a busy guy
lots of distractions from you
no time to stay blue
but your face was burned there
even when I don't stare
everywhere I look
until I retire to my nook
then things get really bad
I laugh, it's way too sad

my pillow shrinks at every hug
my grasp might be too snug
my chest hollows when you are missing
the pain feels like its hissing
a shot to my head when you don't reply
every sound distracts my eye
I lied about having faith
I remember it when I bathe
but I am trying
while I'm crying
can't promise I will succeed
I continue to plead
with a convincing smile I look at you
but you have no clue
some of me will die soon
in me will be a large dune
if not all
I will fall
it seems I've dug my own grave
living a life so safe
things are really low in life, things dont want to look up, desperation has settled, Im at the point of shut down. some of me will not survive this. dont know if thats a good thing
Jun 2015 · 423
pretty scrolls
ovi Jun 2015
that pretty face i try to ignore
but its on my face whenever I see
those curly strands bruise my eyes sore
why would you not just let me be

I cant stand not being seen by you
some curtains stand between you and I
a horde of girls that I must peer through
while I sit sighing and quietly spy

Id come out this room
just to smile at you
but thats pretty creepy
but its what I would do

cant come out this room
you dont seem inviting
must wait for the time
when at me, you're smiling

see, its difficult to show the real me
since at first glance, I can be peculiar
but spend and hour, maybe two
and you will notice soon, I am familiar

dont think you want a diamond
nor flashy cars with auto-pilot
I hope you arent that kind of girl
you seem like some kind of riot

I picture you with burning flags
face paint with a jokers grin
crazy eyes of a pyromaniac
but just for the fun of whim

as you can see, i know nothing of you
I sit in my room and spy what you show
you live your life while I live mine
wish our lives were tied with a bow
difficult to explain this poem. does come straight out of my heart. might not be full of fluidity, but definitely shares my pain

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