It’s been a while since I’ve thought of you
It never gave me pause before
Your memory
Seems like a rare occurrence
To be reminiscing on such unpleasant events
Of how I drowned in your selfishness
How I still long for your embrace
And as your faults would tear open my heart
I find myself now only with one recurring thought
Was it all simply because of the inescapable reality of
Loneliness?
Of Little Consequence
I write for myself. If you happen to stumble upon this blog, be warned. Everything about my life and my decisions is rational, thought out. I created this blog to explore something completely foreign to me: my emotions. This means it’s highly unlikely that anything in this blog will make sense. That being said, enjoy.
martes, 28 de mayo de 2019
A while
jueves, 21 de marzo de 2019
Trapped by desire
Stones spread through the sky above
Beyond her grasp where flies the dove
Into the path of starry wisdom
Desire stomping out her freedom
Heart by heart she makes her way
Hopping over games they play
It's the release she's searching for
To greet her past the open door
But with a story comes a wish
To meet her loved ones with a kiss
viernes, 1 de febrero de 2019
Monster eyes
The Loch Ness Monster with eyes so bright,
his smile shines through to my delight.
And so a corner of my mind,
wonders at such a sight,
why my friend is terrorized,
of these beings in disguise
And not instead is mystified,
as everyone is horrified
of the waters that provide,
the craving monster fantasized.
Let the beast be
Holding on tightly.
So tightly that you break.
So tightly, you think back to the days when the beast wasn't there.
That beast that's so unique.
That beast that you protect.
To keep them from consuming all that you have left.
Now that beast loose
Now that beast is here
But no one seems to whisper, all you feel is tears
Tears for that beast you so dangerously kept
Tears you only thought were dreams inside your head.
In Night
Never before did I forget to breathe.
There is a deafening silence that surrounds me.
How inconsequential it is,
To define the sound of the wind,
Whistling in the night.
This night.
Your night.
The moment is forever enveloped behind bricks in my mind.
There it shall remain,
Until I see you again.
Again in light.
Again in night.
Then this yearned healing,
Will arrive.
viernes, 25 de enero de 2019
How it is
How it is
How it is
The swirling vortex howls
But does not seem to make a sound
How it is
How it is
The womb stretching instantly
And nothing to fill itself with
How it is
How it is
Questioning the void within
Where no one else can hear it sing
This is just
How it is
viernes, 18 de enero de 2019
"That which is dead shall arise"
How the soul begins to die
From the rivers that run dry
Not from being young or old
And so the fear begins to grow
The soul does not decide to die
It can awaken with open eyes
Eyes that see future, eyes that see past
Signs that the soul might heal fast