Something breaks just around the bend Longing is overturned Replaced with a dull sort of fear An impending sadness Beauty, though gleaming with violence Surrounds a thoughtful desire Lust grows and swells Bitter metallic love tastes sweet on starved tongues Blood is no longer just red But stunningly gone
October comes and I miss the way you hurt me. The anniversary of our departure weighs heavy on my mind. How I long to be your beautiful boy. How I miss your sudden changes of mind or the way you never kept your word.
The title is simply a culmination of my whims like the whim that keeps me glued to my screen tap taping away tap tap tap
While my room looks like some monster's den And I engorge myself on those chocolate almonds
My eyes grow hazy As my waistline grows larger The yellow light pierces my eyeballs
As I be tap tapping away
If you're feeling like me right now, you're not alone. It's so easy to get swallowed up by our screens, fight it, fight it so you have no lasting regrets for the time will slip through your fingers like sand.
So many thoughts. So many ideas. Yet my mind is blank. Like a painting that hasn’t been started. I want to be beautiful. I want to see colours. I want to bring light to this dark world. But my mind is blank. And yet it is racing. I feel so numb. But I feel everything. I see what could be, but I am stuck. I am happy. I am sad. I am angry. But I am also nothing. I am blank.
I miss the colours. I miss the light. I want it all back. I want to feel again. I want to fight. But I am tired. So tired.
When will I be painted? When will I be finished? will I be filled with light and colours again? Or will I stay blank, and dull. Lifeless.
trust is something sharp to hold for someone important in a perfect world we'd never bleed over one another chrome blades dig into each person who lost grip with their loved one in a perfect world trust would be dull significance is in the blade filled inside of the atoms are the affections, promises and lust we carry a perfect world is plastic empty atoms hollow and dead on the inside contain nothing I rather take the blade than poison myself
before I step out into public, I lock my opinions in a safe that resides deep within the ridges of my brain. I wear a sweet smile to mask the dull pain radiating throughout my body.
but when I enter my safe space, I strip myself of that smile, and look my pain in the eye. I dig into the ridges of my brain to grab and unlock the safe. I welcome my vulnerability in all its undisguised nakedness.
Why can't I express myself into words? This heaviness, stuck to my arms and mouth, It makes feel like a butterfly stuck in a web. I want to talk and write more and more, My word is getting duller and duller I want to confess to you I want to speak to my friends I want to be happy.
Mellow sunrised. The dew of the afternoon high light. Paradise sunset. Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel. Amber, Copper, Olive, Saffron. Honeycomb mystery of rejection... or doubt. Freedom sparks; feet and hip dilate and constrict; lips close to feel the colors and open again, blinking to suffocate the oasis into the dull reality of smog and soot, of cemetery. The psychedelic picturesque star stares back, dusk-like fireworks of heaven gained and lost. One second that sealed his fate. Death will be hazel eyes.
This is an extra poem I wrote after finishing my anthology, trying to explore a new style of poetry of almost pure imagery and sensory information.