The shallow kisses onto my hair
Damp or dry, you never care
The hugs you randomly give
At night, I would relive
The small talks we make
Once it starts, there never is a break
Your laugh even at the lamest jokes I tell
Your reaction after realizing you fell
For yet another silly game
Amusing, how it always end up the same
The cringe, most of the time, we get
As you start your pick up line, that's outdated
This list could go on at least a dozen more line
All of what I'd miss aside from you and this bliss combine
Once you finally break away, see through everything well
Escape from as what you call it, sometimes, A spell.
Mirror buried behind filthy flesh
Scratch and scrape with fervor
Futility rendered in weeping scars
Visage a nostaglic figment
Shivering and shriveling away
Distant laughter like tinnitus
Thumbtack to the eardrum
Piercing radial arrows
Spidery scrawlings plaster cell walls
Slipping through sensation
Swathes of silence part seas of noise
Salvation takes a platonic form
I tried to write a poem this time
Just a drop
A little hint
A moment to flee these things
Colliding in my mind
Leaving nothing untouched
Just a second
Just a time
For one such as I
To come clean
Then all that hear
And just love
Despite ones failure
Despite ones mistakes
Despite ones awful thoughts
Beyond what can be placed into words
One slip up
But there are one too many
Overtaking the brain
Spewing rage from each
Onto the cause
Making all worse
Slowly killing one
Until it is no more.
- Jay M
October 8th, 2019
Oh dreams to where I want to be It to there I'm most happy just let the world pass me by whilst lost In dreams of
I'm Sat drinking coffee In a cafe and writing poems about by wife and watching through the window at the world just passing
In what seems like blink of the eye one blink and It's all gone people rushing everywhere but getting nowhere
Since darling Helen has been gone I've learned to live my dreams It to dreams I escape with her the only place we both now can
To dreams I go with my sweetheart now the place we can be
there is a sense of hope
i can feel it truly
don’t know where it comes from
hold on, it’s holy
to the lightness of being
just one little firefly
is enough for
escapes to be seen
i need to preserve it
so precious and perfect
protect it from ember
and scream: i deserve this!
me back and forth,
me so i can taste being free
me away from the horrors of the world
me towards the peaceful, clear, endless sky
me back to childhood, where everything was exhilarating and pure
me to paradise
the only escape i have is in the park where i feel free once again, before reality of the world surfaced and snatched my innocence away...
Putting my hands over my ears
Intent on blocking the world's clamour
Once again alone with you
In this darkness of the voice within
Your sweet existence in my head
Saying 'I love you'
Caressing my name
Singing songs I'll never forget
For once, I just want to get lost
Carried away by things that don't exist
Forever walking in a dreamlike trance
Hand in hand with you
To this fabricated reality of our joint souls
Hallucinations, are you?
She was drown in the sarrows of a past she dare not escape.
Bound by an invisable chain, anchored, and weighed her down.
A painful comfort of dysfunction, this chain rubbed raw places in her mind.
Like an addict in her ways, kindness and happiness slipped through her open grasp, so she could wade into the familiar waters once again.
it is sad how some you love SO dearly seem to love their problems and past more than the life they could lead in the present. The observation is this damage creates a dysfunctional behavior where the victim thrives on problems, not happiness, and can and will help everyone but themselves.
It was just yesterday I revealed little of myself to you. Then again I changed within hours and discovered a little more of myself.
Standing in the mirror, the reflection and the light flicker. The candle flame added another warm shade as part of me fade away.
A plunge ahead comes with fall to follow, it is easy when we walk slow. The pace of my thoughts is lost, ahead of me in its exploration.
Someday there will be ease, hopefully with more of the inner peace. The sweater will keep me warm, my armour will save me from harm.
So open to the world and vulnerable for a second and more, shields up in moments later. Trust escapes and gets captured in a matter of time.
It is dizzy and not, words in world and too many thoughts. Aging but learning, drowning but burning, the ironies are shining bright.