Consumed and confused
There is no line keeping me From you, except you
The History: I keep waiting for that emphatic love that fits right and doesn't apologize.
Everything is coming to an end.
I whisper to my self The tears show up, so unexpected. The world goes blurred In the morning the sirens will be heard One more no more Then deafening silence passes Is it a win or a defeat score Put on a mask, blend in Who can tell now who is breathing No warning, but there were signs It is little too late to listen now How unexpected tables can turn it is a sequence of slow burns Now sour limes turn sweet buns "How unexpected indeed" A picture on the table, Not a person on the sidewalk Found a place in the house now it is about time too late.
My thoughts drown me out
Unable to ask for help or shout The bad haunting my head On my fears it's what it fed It's all flowing down no way to stop With misery and sorrow in every drop My vision no longer clear Blurred out by what I fear All these emotions whirling inside Tired of having to hide So they get out all at once With all its mighty force When destroying everything in its way Nothing peaceful can stay There's no end, there's no control For my feelings bursting out along with my soul Unable to breathe I guess I forgot how Confused on what to do now I just lay there motionless Tired and hopeless Making an effort to speak, but can't understand a word My gasping is the only thing heard I'm breaking down, nothing is functioning Except for my eyes only capable of crying I was living a dark nightmare Monsters coming to life without a care I'm left weak hearing all these voices Unable to make other choices It was terrifying feeling all alone In this fearsome and menacing zone An endless pain I don't want to come back For I fear I won't have enough strength to counter the attack
It feels like particles are peeling apart
Connecting Separating as they please There is undeniable space growing in my heart Observable to who peeks and sees Fate to blame I have no doubt Touching tears that won't mend Beneath skin circuits start to short-out Barriers between emotions blur and blend Real is rare so bare all imperfections Fake the majority of what others share Everywhere I go is overdissection Judgement is blatantly unfair Which only adds to distress Taken without one sound Cork up inconvenient emotions unless They overflow Then I'm drowned You cannot imagine what it's like Kills self-esteem to reflect Each time negativity strikes Is impossible to correct Bottle after bottle emerges emptied Sink in a sea of distraction Forever smoky air will not recede Chilly dreams prevent satisfaction None of our dreams visible anymore What are we doing wrong? Many bad decisions Too many to ignore I guess failure's where we belong We will never be proud living like this We are in darkness's constant shadow Sins overtake any chance we have at bliss Dragging troubles in tow Trust we will be able to grow Takes years to heal wounds deep Bridges over teardrops that flow Seconds wasted we could not keep To conclude Retain a sliver of hope Though happiness may be lost I build and maintain ways to cope Stay warm amidst the permanent frost
as several songs pass by to become one blurred song and passing lights become fuzzy
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I am seeing the colours
Mixing and blending Without outline All lines blurred I can't see you Red, orange and blue.
Most days, I want to get away.
Most day I do not know what to say. Still, I try. Sometimes I even do too much. The line is always blurred to me. Maybe that is why I am always crossing it. I respect people's boundaries. The biggest problem; I do not respect my own. I give, a lot. There are some pieces of me I will never get back. They say you live and you learn. I would like to say that the lessons are sticking. And as that big hand keeps on ticking- I realize that there is, still, so much time.
It gets better.
**** real and reality. I follow the blurred real pictures Which spiral away from divinity
he carried the ocean in his eyes
it had never been flooded till that one day it spilled, flooding his mind drowning his views making him lost until he would one day find, the eye of the storm
maybe i am here.
would you see me? the door is open-- you can walk on out. see all the teenagers jigging about. i don't think it's your scene over here with me. maybe i am there. could you hear me? the capitals are low-- turning sentences inside out. see all the thoughts hanging around. the vision is blurred over here with me. maybe i am no longer. could you sense me? don't misunderstand-- that's not what this poem is about. see my blank stare midnight all around. the time is all gone over here with me.