i wished to be whimsical but my words remained bitter a cold, guttural stinging to be everything was to dream to have something to prove to love and be loved i still cannot tell whether or not it is greater to live in the fantasy to wake and lift into your mind to blur your vision, finding any reason any reason by any means to wake at all is it better for one to wake if everyday they have to envision candy-canes as the railing on their staircase if they insist on their futures or pray to their God "Don't let me suffer" is it better for one to wake if everyday they dye their hair a new colour just to stop thinking of how they will rot and how it will smell and how long it will take to completely crumble so deep into the soil that the bone dissolves do these thoughts make people "open"? knowledgeable? sentimental? wise? even if, every morning, it may as well nearly cost them their lives? how severely should truth be praised? do not medicate me for i can alter my vision if it takes a fantasy to let me be real then god bathe and drown me in the worst of whimsicalities
A dream you can't capture, A thirst you can't quench. A time you can't hold, A bus you couldn't catch. A book which you wished it never ended, A rain which you wished to be everlasting. A sensation you cannot fully relish, An infatuation so unfathomable! A moment worth a thousand universe!
'Wish I could seize them all! But where's beauty in that! For I choose to live as a bruised man Rather than a soulless god!
This poem makes you nostalgic and drooling over the wonderful memories of the past and makes you feel the pain of them not living again but with a smile put up at the end which will last more if one really uncovers all layers and discovers the meaning within.
You said you needed an extra pair of hands so I took mine off and gave them to you. The sun set in my glass, darling- can't you hear that? coo-ee, coo-ee oh the cockatoos are jabbering philosophy again. Sweet-talker, I want to push my fingers into your mouth, swirl it in all the honey in there. My hands on the clock pointing at quarter past five, birds swing up into the air like the half-beat of a pendulum lungs filling up with water- we're all romantic fools here. Sometimes I think of time as fluid tick tock tick tock my glass dripping into yours. We're all running dry, quickly, before the night ends- ask me to dive off the edge of the world with you.
Took me ages to title this. Not as sad as what I usually go for.
You came to me late, one night in a dream A magical memory with a whimsical theme I heard your voice, a distinguished sound Your energy and protection, I could feel all around
Your strength and knowledge will forever shine through But on this plane, I'll no longer see you You're part of me and in my mind you'll love on So hard for me to accept that you're gone
I try to keep you with me in a pendant on a chain It allows me comfort like the sunshine through the rain And when I get scared I hold it in my palm You tell me 'keep going, I'm proud of you, stay calm'
Your heart, it was so big, it gave so much So many broken people softened by it's touch I hope I see you again, one night in a dream A magical memory with a whimsical theme....