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Jermon  Feb 2019
Hope in Despair
Jermon Feb 2019
Melanchony, strikes,
As the words of 'morrow and yesterday
Collide with the memories of crystal years
Long gone.

Treachery, shed,
Of the eyes that held the torrents
Of black seas and drowning sailormen
Hope-filled for voyages.
Seagulls abound.

Melodies, heard,
Of the heavens up high beyond yonder
Clouds wafting in a demonic dance
Almost whispering
Almost calling
Breeze a-whistling.

Ancient walls built up with
Perspiration and efforts on the high-calling
Somewhere in the back of
One's mind.

Delicately woven with golden silks of
Hope.
02.02.2019
The past is always something melancholic and the future unknown and of hope.

Partially getting back into my stride!!! :)
Serwalo Manchwe Feb 2017
I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways
Stared deep into your melanchony  eyes and saw a million possibilities
Saw an absurd galaxy,
The deeper the glance
the more i saw your scars,
stories you wont tell,
but those which define you

Its the way you hold my hand that had me looking deeper
for peices of you,
the ones you put away
The way your mind wanders when i look into your eyes.
You are a deep thinker,that seldom lets their thoughts run free
Find comfort in your thoughts then find comfort in me,
Only then will you set your mind free..

Wear your heart like a sweater not some bulletproof vest
Because the love you exude is forshadowed by deep-seated insecurities.
The warmth you posses comes out in bits and spatters...

You keep holding back when all i want is your all
Show me the shards of your broken heart
Give me your unrefined love,your broken heart;
let me see your cuts and heal your wounds

Your vulnerability hides behind your voice
The words you stutter upon
ans the things you sometimes say
And each time it shows
It draws me closer to you

Sometimes you hold me tight and i feel those emotions raw,
your heartbeat a few paces faster than mine but in sync with the stream of thoughts running through mind.
ai listen hard for every heartbeat and pray not to miss a beat
because it speaks a language  of its own,
and speaks louder than any word that could leave your mouth.

That look in your eyes,when you stare at me like im a heavenly sent curse,
Not too long before you quickly look away
Too scared too look perfection straight in the eyes,
or the reality is too hard to face
Too good for you to make sense of
so you look for the bad
Lure your mind to think of the unimaginable
I sense you are used to things that arent real
you spend most of your time second guessing me as a decision

You have so much love to give,but you cannot take
You cant run away from whatever happened to you
But dont be afraid of the unknown,
run into my arms
Maybe there you will find solace...
Jermon  Aug 2020
Grieving Dreams
Jermon Aug 2020
Forgetting is bliss.
The dreams had haunted me every night.
Twisting and turning in the folds of nostalgia of something that had never been. It had caught hold the space at the back of my mind and refused to let go.
It would haunt me every night.
Running. Chased.
People from all directions,
Timeless,
No geographical boundaries defined them.
A concoction of my history and the illusionary.
Familiarity in the world of past dreams.
Waking up to a heart beating in panic. Bittersweet melanchony wetting my mouth.
The tears exist in the realm of my dreams.
Of Anguish? Fear?
No satisfaction in the physicality of grief.

16.12.2019

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