Stare at your father, At the cornered sweat Zigzagging between the Grey hair Left on the borders of his skull; At the spit Exiting from the white bars That once kept his words unsaid. Stare at him, While he repeats the same sentence Over and over and over Until the words curve spaces At the back of your ears, Till all you can hear is “Keep your dreams in the depth of your pockets, Dreams can float once your pockets are full”. But my dreams are like plants They need light to grow, And my pocket is not exactly The place I was thinking about.
Stare at your Facebook homepage; The girls left an imprint. The imprints were coded And the codes became a covenant Of which- You gave yourself; And every time before you go to sleep You repeat the same sentence “She is not the one. You love her because she is an image in your head, She is not the one. The one reads books And books have been written about her, The one plays the right music, The one creates scenarios in her head And asks you to act them with he;r The one loves you back The one loves you back.”
Stare at the circles you’ve been forming; The words you’ve said That you now take back- Pull strings on your intestines Till your up chuck reflex Kicks in and you start Jotting them on paper; Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll even write a poem.
This is a poem i wrote about 6 months ago...But i just found it so i wanted to share it with you guys!