My heart, a sinking ship
Bereft of balanced beams Descends deeper towards its doom; Depth creating elusive dreams My hope, a shifting plate Converged with reality Shifts, shatters, shakes its foundation A quake leaving heavy debris My body, a tattered shoe Weary from the long trek Desperately pleading for its restoration Left a disheveled wreck
Everything seems gray
Like tasteless Zero motivation To move or to do anything Why do I feel this? Why so tired and disoriented?
We are on
Voyage of successful Life Mixing hard work And struggles As spice Some find shore Earlier than anticipated Others in midst Of catching up A little disoriented By hurdles and stumble Invisible ropes Circling The crumbling hope Of making to shore
one and another played a game in the forest
where the dark trunks rose tall and the creatures were a chorus. the delicate blue air in the midnight’s gloom left one disoriented: are the sounds one’s voice too? one wondered and wandered, but after some time, another’s voice and one’s thoughts intertwined in one’s mind. one cried and one protested, one just didn’t know; was one even moving? for one lost feeling in one’s feet below. the cold wind blurred one’s sight, and nothing seemed clear so one closed one’s eyes overtaken by fear. one was without feeling, legs to chest, and even one’s face. now all one wanted was another’s kind, warm embrace.
embrace one another.
My dear when I tell you,
"I'm a late bloomer." I need you to know, that I meant to say is, "I have lost my petals and my stem is bare." Own ****** hands, The only criminal is I, I have taken shears and torn ungracefully. There the petals lay underneath. A gentle breeze then came by and swept them away, Never to reach my clutches again. My dear I made myself bloom far to early, Letting the petals of myself vanish. Leaving me astray within my own vessel.
A line of vases
the wind blows against knocking them over, but only a few left broken Some picked back up, others left with just a scratch but i'm part of the batch that shattered. Built back up, glued together, you can't erase the damage done by this weather, leaving me unwanted forever Left there all alone to be knocked over or thrown until i've shattered once more so you just leave me on the floor because i'm too far gone, yes, you made me too far gone and now no one will piece me back together.
numb saying words from the tip of my tongue.
A succinct expression deriving from a passionate exclamation.
i might have become
h o l l o w as the bottles i drank numb as my cold fingers e m p t y as the inbox on my phone disoriented as how this poem is typewritten how much more naiveté do i have to go through in order to realize because i know im hurting yet i dont know how to explain the pain
broken hearts and lost loves who will stay forever hidden in manhattan.