There are blurry lines in front of us,
They are called the friends and lovers.
We didn't choose it,
We knew that,
We are more than friends but less than lovers.

No one dare to cross that line,
What is await of us in front
Is not a wonderful future.

We have secrets that no ones knows.
Those secrets are a way to prove that
our relationship was real.
We are just comfortable
the way we are.

Those blurry lines of ours will remain there,
until the day we have courage to move forward.

Two knocks at my door,* I get up to answer-a shadow in the darkness,
A voice asks if they can come in, I don't even recognize them,
I left the door open a little too much last time, I learned not to do that.
Why, you ask? Because I was all alone and on my own then.

I walk towards the door, the voice sounds blurry, kind of faint-
As if dizzyness and despair seems in the air, I clutch the door,
Ready to open it and then without warning "something" comes
To life, I can't seem to see as "it" moves around on the floor!

Then I finally turn on the light, IT'S MY CLOTHING?
I shake it until the bag is still, it's alive somehow what do I do?
I check for the cause, I'm in the cabin loft, I can hear childish laughing-
Chanting again and again-"WELCOME TO THE BEDROOM!"
My head is reeling, I'm wide awake-is this really happening...?

Marked up face
I am battered
Senseless emotion
Life is shattered

Nothing clear
All is blurry
Swollen in darkness
Left in a hurry

All pain no purpose
Scares me afraid
Conquered you over
I am human made

Scars for life
Internally marred
Stand up stronger
I fell down hard

Not alone anymore
Surrounded by heart
You can not hurt me
Alive and apart

Stumble in at 3AM
I'm drunk again
Kick shoes off at the door
Drop my keys on the floor
Fumble for the lights
Man I miss Friday nights
Crashing on the couch in my clothes
Being somebody that no one knows

you're all soft lines
and blurry edges:
like the moments between each
rise and fall of our chests
while your lips entwine mine
with every breath.

Blurry pictures, though hard to deceifer, tell more than the clearer copy.
Blurry pictures show that life, though chaotic, is truly beautiful.
Blurry pictures show the real and raw reality.

My pulse is at 92 BPM.
But it doesn't matter,
I'm the only one who would care,
But I don't.
Not just about the pulse,
But about everything.
It's all a blur,
But not blurry enough to be dreamlike.
It's blurry enough to be sad,
But that's it.
It's blurry enough to see that I'm alone,
But clear enough that it's still sad.
Maybe I should get new glasses.

I looked at you with my misty eyes

Blurry minds and lingering thoughts.

Words don’t get through

They’re just syllables.

Poems are means to get to you

They serve as the path to eternity

I rue not to speak up again and again.

Blaming myself for things I haven’t done.