#darkroom
Rolling symphonies of snores
keep me from a dream as I
conduct their crescendo with a smirk;
barely of a sliver of blanket
left to call my own;
goosebumps on my legs remind me
that this bed is full of things I love
who choose to be here too.
I am wide awake,
wrapped in hushed darkness;
like a freshly dipped photograph,
I develop best here too.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 6:32 AM UTC
Tears sit on my eyelashes
Heavy breathing
and
Hearts beating
Fill my ears.
They're mine I think.
No one else is in here.
No one else realizes that I'm in bed
Sobbing into my pillow
Listening to sad songs.
No one cares.
Why would they?
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
The reel flickers then ends
The popcorn crunches under their soles
Credits roll on my eyes
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
I can still see those dark moments in my mind,
if I close my eyes and choose it so,
I see nothing but darkness,
except the light that comes from outside the house,
a light seeping in through my windows,
letting in the ambient darkness of the world,
that is lit by the waning moon,
everything a silhouette of its old form,
a darkened self,
I see this all so clearly,
like I still live in these dark moments now,
like I've never left the shadows cast on me,
always in this perpetual night,
that never leaves me.
In those moments of my past,
I was in the true reality of my being.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
How we discovered
the beauty of darkness
In this room, I still remember.
How we learnt
about ourselves and each other
In this room, I still remember.
Now here I am
With just memories of us
In this room, I still remember.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC