I know how to rip my soul
why you get rid of everybody,
nevertheless it ain't sad, as it sounds to be
Moon night, grey skies
Aimless walks in bottle green overcoat
breezes can't take the lies -
what are these
tensions building up inside (?)
Cherry dark colored pillars,inside a room
sink is full of water and the water is overflowing down
on the floor, filling up the emptiness
as seems like water filling up inside the head.
You see butterflies in dreams so you are preferring,
to be happy, it might be healthy.
White velvet; curtains and carpets
just running round & round in circles
thinking nothing -
While roaming around the stairs
sometimes, every corner seems so thoughtless
the blankness keeps repeating
as if you're falling down from a building, slowly.
Appears a fog in front of the eyes, as a blind fold
and then it gets hard to see anything until the disaparition.
You can tell about lonely places
where sun never shines its rays
but prefer if others walk by
Cause you think that's how
maybe they will be safe, a little longer
Then it's time to end the game.
People like people
people tend to love everybody.
Killing time in someone's life, like a hobby
or their favorite art destination.
Thoughtless heads are more like lights
it doesn't think or feel
like it's numb for a few minutes
few minutes can & also can not be forever sometime.
All the pain in your mind
got you trapped in thoughts that you can't escape
Questions is: why you miss the moments?
why?
But for the answers you're so thoughtless.
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This poem is specially dedicated to @kra_gl_e for giving me the title of the poem, and for them who goes through or going through a writer's block.
keep writing & reading my awesome humans. x
-All <3
Annie
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