On a pallid afternoon, interspersed with thoughts of occult days, I, my palettes and brushes sit down with the hope of splashing colours on the white void surrounding me... Yet like a white hole it absorbs all the colours leaving behind a blank space! Perhaps some days are like a dense fog inside and out... And I am not yet certain whether to be proud or to regret, What such days of gloom has taught me... But one thing is certain, that all the moments coalesced together has taught me to paint a portrait of nothingness- The thing that does not exist yet which threatens to live in the deepest chambers of my unruly mind!
And when I feel empty, I empty my soul into paper... Perhaps then,I can become full! Hope you all are doing well, dear poets! ❤✨
Contrast and compare between the busy ones And the ones that don't care Until there is no one that you really know So I drift through these days of appointments and wasted time They will all end up broken and quickly replaced. With pills and empty promises I can’t seem to not take The Weeks are slow, days drag on; Even love making and parties seem too long But I find myself on going I guess there's nothing to do Oh well......
Someday? Whenever, If ever. Memories, Float and float Into my brain My cells bomb My head is heavy My thoughts are fast My heart is pounding My nerves are aching My love died It was burried Long ago My past was filled with Toxicity. I was manipulated to Drink poison I had no idea It would lobotomize me Through my adulthood years I cried Although, I could not feel The drops rolling down My face Confusion, between Numbness and misanthropy