I feel like I am in a dream
And the particles that make me
Shifting from solid form
Am I a ghost?
A stranger smiles my way.
I must be real.
Unless this is all fake.
How do you tell if you’re alive
When even pain just feels like a distant memory?
You’ve got me on your strings
Isn’t this where you’ve always wanted me?
A mindless, boneless puppet
I’ll do what you say
“Yes, master” “Please, Master”
I am your slave.
Picture It & Write inspiration!
October 9, 2015
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I want to fly
I want to swim in the sky
Away from the world
Away from life
picture it & write inspiration!
A poem a day
Keeps the demons at bay
Allows the muse to play
Changes the sky from gray
Dark clouds in my head
Rain cascades over my ribs
Salty and acidic
Eroding my bones
I am broken
so far gone lost.
I thought this would be a good poem for
Wildest Dreams. A little side project I am working on. Read part of it here, a picture-it & write inspiration!
February 26, 2015
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I’ve never seen green so dark
On a tree two-stories tall
Catching the rain as it falls.
I look through a window
Like a TV screen
And everything feels fake
February 24, 2015
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After a long week
Hours slip by
One, two, three
I never see you
[Only in my dreams]
And the kisses are few
Far in between
I want time to stand still
With me in your arms
Let’s forget about the daily grind
Or jobs and our chores
I want to stay in this moment we call the weekend
Before my eyes close
Because when I blink the moment ends
And I’ll have to face what I already know
We’re doomed to repeat the cycle
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
I can’t even remember how to smile
[On the inside]
So let’s just stay here
In our Saturday
And break the cycle now
No more heartache
I just want to hold your hand
No more pain
I just miss my best friend
February 20, 2015
chores, daily getting, heartache, job, kiss, love, poem, poetry, Saturday, weekday, weekend
I guess my problem is I am always looking in the rearview mirror
But when I look ahead, the path is unclear.
I’m trying but the wheel won’t turn
I’m screaming to be heard
I guess my problem is I always fork left
I listen to my gut and not my head.
February 5, 2015
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The way my body slices through yours
The way you slip through my fingers
The way your sight arouses my senses
The way your touch lets me awaken
The way you unlock my inner Mer
The way you melt away the suffer
The way you and I become one
The way I feel empty when I go back home.
August 24, 2014
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Under the Tuscan Sun: by *bittersweetvenom on deviantART
Oh sun beating down on me, your kin
You make me darker than the original color of my skin
But it’s not your effect that I love
It’s the warmth that you bring to my heart.
August 23, 2014
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