brink of a doubling over
down falls forming a sensory slump
soft spoke and mirror smoke
jailed as rome's one true heroes
we were softly sure oft and were true disposed,
'man alive told me and now I am telling you'
grant this - that we are born and die
forever feeling a drifting time
what a ride
grant this - that we are most recent
and are and are again
the newest information we feel
grant this - that we are loved
and that we are the newest
unto we are ourselves
Edited a bit to be less floaty. Wrote this while nearly drifting off into a soft sleep in a class that doesn't matter
'When nights shall be drunk
And souls be tumbling in revelry
When the comic of roles end
And cold shall be burning
I await to call the utmost illegitimate side of us
As my penchanted pleasure
For you be semisane
Caught half into adulthood and rest you know...
Neither you nor me or they
Be sceptical or carrying the peels of scruples
Heart's throwing tantrums
With emotional levels going berserk
And I'm running around phantoms
In the wind whipped,
Like a bird flying
Against a storm
Roaring wind screaming
Beating my heart out
Facing this fierce
Almost ballistic sorta
Imposing rage of
No where to turn
My mind's calm
Settled composed decided
But my heart keeps dragging me back
Feeling too much
Without even my consent?
How dare it?
I just have to wait till the storm
But until then, I'm gonna do useless stuff like write these poems which will comfort people probably but there are gazillions of poems that do the same.
I just have to wait it out.
I wish emotions had a switch off button.
neath the maple's boughs
copper leaves were tumbling
in a mounded pile
Love and practicality
A ladder leading into a tumbling dryer
Dangerous and blurred
Flowers with roots to hidden caves,
Caves known as the "heart and soul",
Which we keep hidden
A tightripe balanced over the sea,
Inescapable and thrilling
Seven drops of rain
sliding slowly down a windowpane
creating their own currents out of chaotic sky
perambulating through the reflection of my eye.
Two collide and five remain
slipping through a beige, unsuitable frame
reach the bottom and seem to die
my watercoloured conceivances drip but never fly
Trickles become one pool - a picture I can't explain
but within dark waters, a swirling hurricane
those tears kiss distinction goodbye-
surrender to let my disordered painting unify.
We're tumbling straight down
a blackened hall, with no walls
to help lead our way.
Funny how things go by so fast -
how they tumble so suddenly
like Jenga blocks.
Falling ever so finely -
piece by piece,
one by one.
it hurts to write down
all the words i feel.
memory is a blade,
slashing through the numbed skin;
i bleed in thoughts.
today, everything hurts.
the world could be tumbling down,
natural disasters beating and bruising the surface,
and as long as i was wrapped up in your embrace,
i'd be completely and utterly safe.