And sometimes at night,
when all the lights go out
I daydream.
And it frightens me that
I am wishing on an empty star,
on a galaxy with no life.
And I feel my heart crumble to ashes
and I hear my wishes being torn apart
as if I'd doomed myself to a place without light.
Because being different means walking in through another door.
And it's not as easy as it seems.
It's sometimes more of a curse than a gift.
Because difference scares people,
it makes them take a step back
and re-think their paradoxal mind.
Because when we grasp for a reflection in the mirror,
bright image of a stranger fears us to our core.
Can it not be this hard?
Meaning I have no one to settle my heart?
Having no one to share it with...
Constricting walls keep my love safe,
hiding my true nature
from revealing its hideous ways.
Crumbling pieces of what's still left of
crushed desires being put to bed behind
closed doors which they safely guard.
Dare you say what I know you want to say,
say it out loud, don't hesitate,
maybe you're right in the end.
Don't tell me I'm scared,
managing through twilights to stay
on the edge of normal and brave.
Do you know the way of
dwelling on burning, repeating question:
tear off the mask or wear it by day?
Easy? Don't even bother.
I'm already lying down,
watching the crows on the lawn.
Ending the endless fields
would the crows do,
if they could.
Everyone says stand on your feet,
everyone talks about life in deceit,
easy is near, yet far from real slaughter.
Finally.
F1n4LLy.
Constricting walls st4y.!
Wishes in ashes and ash3s in heart.
Core of the heart is closed from the guard5
and dare do they say where easy does lie.
Lie, lie. Heart is in l1es.
Mind, mind, de3p within ties.
InS4NE1ty.
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoetryHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
