Desire of being
Give me your name
And a photo to match so that I can see past
The flatness of this absent meaning
Give unto me
Yesterday - Tangent, Wishful, Desire To Know
I raised my hopes amazed
From dust to package and ******
Blinded by charms into your arms
Forced to watch now without affecting the how
Twisting restlessly beneath sea
Doesn't matter if they scatter or drop and shatter
Heard them fall and not hurt at all
Crashing is nothing new in fact it's why I grew
Another crack won't cause a heart attack
If my hopes weigh too much that's okay
Let them go to be swept below
I will pick up the pieces and use glue to stick
Until every single hope I own is ready to once again fly
Day 18: a poem with no end rhyme scheme. Only internal.
i hope in a different life,
you would—at least—be happier,
even if that means trading my only chance
in this life of knowing you exist.
to my dearest k.
“Lie to me again” she whispered,
“I love you” he replied
Life is a warzone;
yet here I am, calmly continuing forward.
Beautiful tragedy, the scene around me;
where the trees and birds sing together, but not everyone can see.
Opened by the will above;
I hold a force unlike the common.
I am no better, no worse, or etcetera;
I come as a messenger with an omen.
There comes hope in the eye of the sky;
Forces greater than you and i.
But with them will be a document listing lives;
Did you take the one request that came from the hope in the sky?
Open your hearts, for it comes stealthily;
I am not here to frighten you.
I'm expecting you not to trust my words;
but you also have the choice to.
Maybe it's wishful thinking, to hope that you'll understand;
I understand you, a child of Man.
But I am merely a messenger, a poet with an omen;
Surely you'll ponder this, hopeful because you can.
You’re an ocean
In a endless desert
A refreshing sight,
But still, an illusion of the mind.
I think of you
Way more than I should,
But in this case;
I have to.
Because my voice
Doesn't do me any good
I wish it could
Oh I wish it would
From just an inkling
Of attention from you
I'm a distant guy
But I can't hide
That deep inside
No other has lit my soul
I feel is coming to a head
I look ahead
My heart drops
Derailed by this dread
It brings me to my knees
And I feel weak
I can't contain this much longer
With every day
This feeling grows stronger
But your presence is nuclear
And I bask in your radiation
You're an inspiration
For this dedication
Could not stop this
Tempest tossed terror
Just to find
The air around you
But not biting
I stand and wait
As my breath abates
Taking in this winter chill
Before my eyes
Flecks of snow
Terrifying and blissful
The only thing that makes sense
But I have to hold back
Maybe I'm just wishful
Pondering a concoction of questions
Desires dueling with my consciousness
Thinking maybe I'll do something out of routine today
I don't want to live in a way where I regret what I didn't do
Often times I'm wishful at this time of night, a thought for actions
Nothing but me and a candle, my laptop, and the large lack of light
What a way to wonder what I could do rather than not do
Considering dreamt up realities perhaps
Maybe it's just thinking
I will always love you
in the way that the insomniac
dreams of sleep.