Hey.
Do you see the sun? Tears in your eyes. Watching the kids run. Hearing the screams in your head. The buses turn from yellow to pale red. Every day. I know your eyes were open till 4. Waking at 6. Numbing for a fix. Gazing at helpless shoulders. Scarlet slits making life hellishly colder. Last year. Look through my phone. See those whores in my head. I just wanted to be alone. From bones holding such shallow tears. This was a river for all I ever feared. I hope you see the sun.
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Turn away, i'm just damaged goods.
Feel another, maybe it will feel right. Don't know what works, don't know faith. Maybe i'll dream of you and feel something pure. I don't know what pure is anymore. Maybe i'll dream of the wheel turning Spinning. Crashing. Asleep Where I wont be lost. @daydreamingphoenix I once tried to find slums.
Too easy to find. People don't do go looking for the beauty in such places. But there is something lovely to be found in all the sadness. I just see wasted potential. Drained but powerful. Lost but easily found. I don't look for slums anymore. Castles are much harder to find. Much more worth the pursuit. @daydreamingphoenix Don't you think it’s such a crime.
How the girl has to go walking through fields of wheat alone. Softly blowing in the wind. Pushing up daisies was not the reward she wanted to win. I see so much in people. So much in those pretty eyes. Maybe that will keep being my reward, my demise. Every now and then i feel a tear fall out my right eye. It eludes me as to why. The aching The rusting aging away our feelings in flying fog. @daydreamingphoenix There was a phrase i heard often when i was younger.
Ignorance is bliss. Could never really understand that saying. Sometimes i watch my chickens running around in the yard. Looking so silly and aimless in their lack of intelligence. Birds that cannot fly with no desire to. Maybe there is bliss in ignorance fullfillness in happiness. Nothing to overthink. Easy pursuit in simple goals. Innocent reality in a brain the size of a coin. Not much potential but contentedness always. No need for a sense of belonging. We don't belong here. @daydreamingphoenix I'm gonna look you into your eyes.
Wrap these claws around your neck. Feel the peach fuzz on your smooth marked skin. Keep looking for the feeling i need. Know that there’s nothing else here to be found. And leave to find another one. Candle white surface. Smooth but strong, burning on and on. Melting, melting, always melting, no matter how hard i melt too. All i see is the sun glowing from behind the candle. That is you. Ever burning. Everlasting. Sun rise. @daydreamingphoenix Please try to sleep tonight. Your thoughts they aren’t so right. I know my face looks numb but you know i care so so much. And you can't blame me when you feel the ecstasy against your skin. Smell the leftover lavender from my curly hairs in your bed and shower for weeks to come. Feel my lips press up against his as you dream in agony. Please try to sleep tonight. I know you love me. Please try to sleep tonight. I know i’ll be the death of you. Please try to sleep tonight. Your thoughts they are so right. @daydreamingphoenix This is a simple three line poem i wrote in 2015. I don't like writing content like this since it's so short and would rather put my thoughts into lengthy work but this poem is solid even in its short size. Fire Blazing whipped full of violent anger. Tremors of fear hitting the heart. A lover's dream gone aflame. @daydreamingphoenix I wish people didn't want to touch me.
Feel the real inside the numb insanity. Breath into cold skin. Make these layers so burning hot like living solar flares melting the thoughts in our head. Hold my hand. Get away before it's over. You wouldn't understand. I can only feel your demand. Melt the thoughts before things get out of our hands. The this you see. It's not really me. Think about this. Hard to think of how lonely it is. when two lovers are intertwined in emotionless bliss. What fun is to be had when your fires burn grey and meaningless. @daydreamingphoenix I haven't committed to writing poetry in almost a year. I stopped because of sadness and busyness. Coming to terms with reality, i know that i can make time for it to both push for my creative mind once more and start a strong outlet for my thought and sometimes my emotions. Sometimes these will be raw and unprofessional. Sometimes they will be cryptic and allusive. No matter what they will always be mine and for those who choose to read them I hope they prove interesting since they provide insight into who I am and the way i think.
I will have to figure out a more appropriate schedule but for now except at least one weekly by Tuesday at midnight. Hope you enjoy. Here's an example to start this off with somecommitment. Not everyone knows this. Been looking for something for a long time. Like a shine that's bright. But when it leaves it's hard to feel the light. Purity didn't feel so great but It will always be better than this. Spending night after night missing the innocence. @daydreamingphoenix |
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