#clouded
My dearest confidante, now just a ghost,
A shattered mirror of the memories we host.
A silent phone, a number I can't call,
A final curtain is closing on it all.
The echo of your laughter haunts the air,
A bitter pill of what we used to share.
The promises we whispered to the stars,
Now stand as monuments to hidden scars.
I trace the lines of what we used to be,
A fading mural of your face and me.
Each shared secret, now a heavy stone,
Weighed down by a silence I have known.
A tapestry of trust, now torn and frayed,
The colors of our bond began to fade.
I watch as strangers fill the space you left,
A hollow vessel, utterly bereft.
For in this void, a bitter truth takes root,
A love without a single, tender shoot.
The comfort of your voice, a distant chime,
A memory suspended out of time.
A fractured compass, spinning in the night,
I stumble onward, grasping for the light.
The path we walked, a road I now avoid,
A future we had promised, now destroyed.
So here I stand, upon this barren ground,
Where all our hopeful, tender words once sound.
A silent prayer for what we couldn't save,
A lonely vigil at a friendship's grave.
In this pain, a final lesson lies,
That even stars can fall from clouded skies. ©
Michael Powers
(STYXX ON FIRE)
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
Persons who, not agreeing with you,
Will tell you, your perspective is wrong.
That lived experience,
Has clouded your lense of reality.
But they offer no real difference
Nothing so substantive
As to say,
Mine is fixed
And based in a place
Of true, unbiased rationality.
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 11:31 AM UTC
You were a drug to me, babe.
You weren't the medicinal kind either.
You weren't just a painkiller.
You weren't an antidepressant.
You weren't a Xanax.
You weren't ******
You weren't even the good kind of drug.
You weren't ****** or **** or ecstasy.
You were the kind of drug that
messed around with my heart and left my brain feeling clouded.
You were the kind of drug that left me confused and
feeling worse than before I took you.
But I did.
Again and
again.
I told myself I would
break this vicious cycle of unscrewing your cap and
hating myself for it afterwards.
That I wouldn't draw back the plunger and
force you into my veins anymore.
But I didn't.
Again and
again.
I told myself you
would be the death of me.
Every high you gave me left me feeling
lost in the clouds.
I might as well have been
six feet deep.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:14 PM UTC
Today my mind is clouded and my heart is heavy
Although even with all this weight I carry from my thoughts to my feelings
My body feels as though I am floating between the earth an the sky with nowhere to go
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
These clouded heart strings
Cannot hum through air most faint
When in breathing out
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
So I been thinking about my next Move and how to make it right,
it’s becoming a bit of a sore eye but I’ll never lose sight.
at the end of the day all I got is myself, I will continue to grow without ur help.
I am reaching for a way out but I’ve been moving in circles,
wondering if it was that blue dream or ***** purple, that
day was when my vision got so clouded
rumor has it at least that’s how it started.
I been thinking about my next Move and how to make it right,
it’s becoming a bit of a sore eye but I’ll never lose sight.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
Woven in the wind was the tissue thin veils
of wings that tore upon the heavens,
in subtle breathes.
Subtle mirages were spread around there
worldly travels.
Never seeing what was there.
Just a shimmer of rainbow shades.
A kaleidoscope of reflection,
seeing shades shimmer delicately.
But when a raindrop never descended,
and in the collective desert
of visual obscurity were they vulnerable.
Play things for the feral masters of pink flesh
did they jump feverishly.
But on human eyes did the mirage fulfil.
a fallen wing had fell.
And with a plastic tomb were they dispatched.
an offering of great pleasure.
But t human cognitive visuals a fluorescent bird
feathers clawed
without a hue of intention only the fever of the hunt.
Man only saw a incandescent mirage,
when rain fell.
but beneath this camouflage
were wings that flustered the seasons
pleasures on mans world.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Who decides what’s right and what’s wrong?
How do we distinguish what to do in a tough situation?
Morality?
Logic?
Heart?
Brain?
Overwhelmed as our brain floods with water,
Mixing the black and white
Into a gray,
We can’t find the answer
Because there simply is no answer.
Everything is just gray.
We blindly choose,
Hoping for the best,
But little to our knowledge,
Based of this choice
A ripple begins,
And slowly spreads through the pond of our life,
Simply growing larger
And larger
Spreading further
And further,
An unstoppable force,
Continually altering,
more and more
Until the whole pond becomes
Gray.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
I have to remember. I have to remember
this. for as long as I can. for forever.
I have to. I cant let this go. I cant let this feeling
go.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
To death in love!
The eye of ones heart closes for their beloved, their most precious treasure of them all clouded by emotions stored for them deep within
Unanswered love leads to a stinging mind of the subscocious, caught and rose by a burning ember of feelings, turning into an inferno,
Blinded by it, they will not acknowledge the falsities of their partner, nor their mistakes or even their treaciousness, as for them he is perfect, conciously imaged as the ideal and the best they ever had,
But no! God forbids, they learn about the art of blinding love while they sink to the bottom of a sea of passion and affection, in a last remote of a courtain call to simple yet manifest carelessness,
Small lies lead to grand falsities overlooked by a noncaring closed eye
Rekindled in a dream they rather follow their instincs than the truth,
Illusions cast by embers of love deep within the unconcious, like a courtain to be blocked from all light, holding on to dear of what is loved and cherished, praised and adored, an emotion leading stray,
The philosophy of a hated person, would be to never close the open eye of ones heart, so you fall not too hard when you begin to love,
But when all falls apart, realisation is like the thorns of countless roses
It is the heart sign of selfless love.
~ Umi
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
my memories of you are cumulonimbus
i want to break the sky open and
make it sink into the ground
because all i ever see
is your face in the
clouds
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
I wrote an ocean onto that paper
Ink stirred with salt
It was spilling out of me
I was overflowing with thoughts
I wrote an ocean onto that paper
Of anything and everything
That clouded my eyes
Till nothing harmful was present
I wrote an ocean onto that paper
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Channels
Situated where they are
Give way from each side
In the shell of a deep well
Telling that this is nobody's land
But I don't care
I'm dancing towards her
The most riveting wells
Lie between burnt auburn shells
I'm far away from the outside
But I'm feeling safe and sound
With each step ensuring
The final point of no return
Lost, but surely found
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Get out of my headspace ...
It's too clouded.
I'm no longer able to decipher the view outside ,
my eyes are no longer a window,
the brain just a sham of the thoughts once creatively flowed.
A raging storm within.
How long will this go on?
days ? weeks? months? years?
or perhaps maybe even an eternity?
It's a blizzard unfit for humanity ,
my deepest innermost thoughts are frozen solid ,
no longer spirits they once were,
you need to leave.
This headspace of mine cannot bare it any longer.
It may spread to my body.
The cold is numbing,
dehabiliting to the mind.
Imagine what it could do to my body,
halt all movement,
solidify the blood in every vain,
creating a state of frozen paralysis.
The only outcome is death.
Please leave my headspace.
You are no longer welcome.
These chills down my spine are a foreshadowing of the destruction to come to my temple.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
I often live by the rules
of it's okay I'll get through this.
if this way doesn't work,
there's plenty more.
i should be calm, shouldn't i?
often i have to remind myself
the what ifs of life;
anchored to the ground
as if I've been drowning for a while,
or head's in the cloud, light-
its a part of the process, right?
the part where im soiled with combat? the part where my body
will be devoured til i am one
with my heart and my mind,
and i am the seed
that will break through the surface;
gasping for air, longing for the rain
to wash my sins
and the light that will guide me to me;-
my subconscious is always at war,
and my body is a battlefield,
and i can never seem
to make peace with it.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
The mind,
Is a clouded thing,
With to much happening.
One stops to take a break,
Then smoke rolls in and takes control.
Tired souls;
Now are full of energy and seem a knew,
They are no longer recognized by their loved ones.
Lost in a smoke filled mind.
There is no longer a clear mind,
Brilliant and once bright with health.
But now there is only smoke,
And the sound of a up coming beep.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
My life as of last has been and eye opening, head first dive of exploration interrupted by one, sometimes two day long binges of unpleasant sobriety.
Three long years after writing the first stanza,
The drugs still being explored
This has led me to a more beautiful understanding of myself and my few remaining friends
However it seems that I have taken a significant tumble down the socioeconomic ladder
At least my writing has gotten neater
No longer shaken by the withdrawal of a still desired drug
Alcohol has a way of calming and inspiring me
Bringing forth the thoughts I cannot make into sound
My few remaining friends cut down into a seemingly impossible smaller number
I now awake in the night with cold sweats that interrupt my slumber.
Dreams of panic and anxiety, Now clouded with past faces.
Personifications of things inside me
Faces made of thoughts and feelings, Taking over occupied spaces
Forcing out the beautiful and imaginative
Subconscious taking charge, So the conscious may live.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
A clouded mind fogged by wine,
Thoughts slower than before,
I know that I have had my fill,
Yet reach for just one more
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Maybe I'm a bit upset,
Sometimes I wish I could forget,
But my memories are holding me up
By thin threads,
That are breaking,
More and more,
Everytime I walk out the door.
I could be seeing red,
But I'm feeling blue,
Because most things I see just remind me of you.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
We all have addictions, you were mine. As much as I'll never admit it to you, you run through my veins and poison my blood.
They say to not smoke past the number on the bottom of the cigarette but I do anyway in hopes of burning your breath out of my lungs, giving myself a new reason to struggle to breathe rather than the thoughts of you.
Tainted like an iron brand your name is imprinted. I scratch at the deepest corners of my mind trying to get rid of it but somehow you're still there.
My lips, memories of yours on them, biting off skin hoping it will take off your old touch.
I have changed the bed sheets more times than I can count but still your presence lingers, sitting on the edge, smirking.
All these thoughts of you and still I know I do not even cross your mind.
I thought you were gone permanently but forever was mistaken for just a moment in time, and here you are again, clouding my mind.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
The sunlight reminds me
That it's morning
But my eyes were still clouded
Like 2 am.
I'm not sure
Who keeps topping off
My glass
Because it seems to be empty
Every 5 minutes.
How did the sun get
To that side
Of the room?
I see your face
In every shadow.
The thought of you
Is murderous
And the knife
In my gut
Keeps turning.
Another glass?
I suppose.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
the stars remind me of your eyes;
so bright and brilliant
far, too clouded to see.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC