"The distant melody rings a memory in my head,
That one, you know, when I was younger,
When I felt older,
When I had sunny days, raining on the sad pavements of my dreams,
That time when the stars were my ravenous hints."
Transcendent, how this articulated tension wreaks inside me,
How broken bones teach better lessons,
Yet the burden forever aches on my bent rings that you pressure.
My frailty begs for end in its muffled screams,
Help me make a decision when it comes to bleeding out or bleeding in,
Yet this is not what I want to speak,
I want you to see what my mind tells me it should be,
So have a look, then let me know what you think:
"The waves hug the shore ever so slightly,
They seem to be getting along so well,
They could be siblings, or even lovers if you may,
Yet it's cold...
I don't like it when the rain falls so humid on my skin,
It doesn't send shivers, it's like lightning striking my shoulders, and it stings,
But why is it so pleasant if it strikes me without need?
I don't know if I am fit for such roles,
Writing or judging, doing anything, to be bold,
Yet I long for something so deep inside,
It swirls so good, but it distresses me so hard,
Like a gust of colors hitting my walls, painting them in the aggressive strokes of a maniac,
Leaving deep cuts on my conjuncted feelings, making me confused,
How do I react when I don't know if there's anything to do?
Do I dare ask for more to feel?
Not really, to be frank,
But I do desire so intensely to set myself on fire,
Maybe then I will feel something more than ash falling in my void,
And it's weird because I smile,
I smile and others smile with me,
They call me happy, but am I?
Maybe I just forgot how to feel,
Or maybe I just don't feel as hard as I used to when I lived,
Who knows, maybe it's something real."
This is what I had to feel,
What I fed my inner ground with,
It was impassive to my own will of changing or to die,
If you are there, please know that some day, it will pass through one chosen night.
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Poetry"The chaos is scattered and split, but the order it has is not for us to see." Here is my 2nd poetry book, yet another journey delving into the depths of the mind to uncover one self. The chapters will diverse in theme, yet they will be having dark...
