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I can’t do it
L ooking to my right
O n this bed we shared
V acant, I hang on by a thread
E rase the memories, but still I’d weep
Y ou remember the day we met?
O n a Sunday, pouring rain, soaking wet
U mbrella sheltering us, strangers both
C urious happening, chance gesture of kindness
A ll translated to a date, a chance to reciprocate
R uby heart and sapphire eyes, both warmed an old soul
R eminisce of a time I’d only known bliss, I was no longer alone
Y ou never told me your story, only listened to mine with a patient smile
M aybe if I’d asked, maybe you were too patient, or…
E xpectant of me to make the first move, you held the door…
T omorrow comes and your laughter still echoes
O n in my mind, and my heart pangs, twists and turns, I heave, for I no longer dare dream
T oo late you’re already gone
H owever this is not how it seems
E veryone has a bad day, I’m having it rougher than most because it’s through no fault of my own this lack of trust, of faith, I retaliate against this fate I’ve been dealt because no one else could walk these miles alone. I’m so alone. We met, and were separated abruptly, awkwardly, heart shatteringly…
D on’t sympathize, more sadness all ‘round won’t bring him back
I t won’t change that he was hit by some twit whose eyes were just for show, lights on but nobody home, and just like that now he’s gone, too
S ome hand I’ve been dealt, I confess, but I regret nothing. I see my friends and my family all worrying about my seemingly dead eyes and fake smile
T he doubting of me is all the more insulting than navigating through old photos and clinging to phantom pains would be
A m I insane to carry on? It’s not like it was nothing, but I have to continue living for me, for us, for our children
N ever undermine my authority, Sorrow, I’ve got a thing for carrying burdens but his legacy isn’t one of them
T hose deep blue eyes I o’ so loved carry on too, they look at me daily when I bring ‘em to school, and they sparkle just like yours used to
S ometimes I still cry, when I think no one’s listening, or no one’s hearing
H onestly, it feels like I’m finally breaking. When I go to bed it all sinks in
O f course I can, say I, for if I don’t then who will, who will take care of our little babies
R est easy, I’m still standing, there’s no room for ill begotten maybes
E ven if I can’t take another step I’ll crawl, sprawled on the floor I’ll make sure those
S apphire eyes never cry, no twinkle from held back tears, I swear
O n our anniversary I buy those flowers from the usual shop
F lamboyantly display them because I know you would not have it any other way
T he saying goes to a better tomorrow
O nly hope is yours won’t be accompanied by so much sorrow
M aybe though, I’ll never know, I’m so sorry little Blue
O f all the times I can’t be there, but maybe now things will start to slow for you. As for me,
R everie, of you I’m letting go. I want only reality for you, Blue,
R emembering our time so vibrantly, that I’ll do. But you, you don’t have to, whatever you do, don’t cry… Or I’ll feel so mellow
O n a Sunday too to boot, shoot…
W ell, I mean, maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe next time I’ll hold the door for you, Blue
L ooking to my right
O n this bed we shared
V acant, I hang on by a thread
E rase the memories, but still I’d weep
Y ou remember the day we met?
O n a Sunday, pouring rain, soaking wet
U mbrella sheltering us, strangers both
C urious happening, chance gesture of kindness
A ll translated to a date, a chance to reciprocate
R uby heart and sapphire eyes, both warmed an old soul
R eminisce of a time I’d only known bliss, I was no longer alone
Y ou never told me your story, only listened to mine with a patient smile
M aybe if I’d asked, maybe you were too patient, or…
E xpectant of me to make the first move, you held the door…
T omorrow comes and your laughter still echoes
O n in my mind, and my heart pangs, twists and turns, I heave, for I no longer dare dream
T oo late you’re already gone
H owever this is not how it seems
E veryone has a bad day, I’m having it rougher than most because it’s through no fault of my own this lack of trust, of faith, I retaliate against this fate I’ve been dealt because no one else could walk these miles alone. I’m so alone. We met, and were separated abruptly, awkwardly, heart shatteringly…
D on’t sympathize, more sadness all ‘round won’t bring him back
I t won’t change that he was hit by some twit whose eyes were just for show, lights on but nobody home, and just like that now he’s gone, too
S ome hand I’ve been dealt, I confess, but I regret nothing. I see my friends and my family all worrying about my seemingly dead eyes and fake smile
T he doubting of me is all the more insulting than navigating through old photos and clinging to phantom pains would be
A m I insane to carry on? It’s not like it was nothing, but I have to continue living for me, for us, for our children
N ever undermine my authority, Sorrow, I’ve got a thing for carrying burdens but his legacy isn’t one of them
T hose deep blue eyes I o’ so loved carry on too, they look at me daily when I bring ‘em to school, and they sparkle just like yours used to
S ometimes I still cry, when I think no one’s listening, or no one’s hearing
H onestly, it feels like I’m finally breaking. When I go to bed it all sinks in
O f course I can, say I, for if I don’t then who will, who will take care of our little babies
R est easy, I’m still standing, there’s no room for ill begotten maybes
E ven if I can’t take another step I’ll crawl, sprawled on the floor I’ll make sure those
S apphire eyes never cry, no twinkle from held back tears, I swear
O n our anniversary I buy those flowers from the usual shop
F lamboyantly display them because I know you would not have it any other way
T he saying goes to a better tomorrow
O nly hope is yours won’t be accompanied by so much sorrow
M aybe though, I’ll never know, I’m so sorry little Blue
O f all the times I can’t be there, but maybe now things will start to slow for you. As for me,
R everie, of you I’m letting go. I want only reality for you, Blue,
R emembering our time so vibrantly, that I’ll do. But you, you don’t have to, whatever you do, don’t cry… Or I’ll feel so mellow
O n a Sunday too to boot, shoot…
W ell, I mean, maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe next time I’ll hold the door for you, Blue
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Somnium
I hadn't slept for three days. I could hear colours; blues whispered in my ears, tales of melancholy. I sat curled in that red walled room as the moon watched in; his eye golden, round, like low hung fruit. It felt so easy to reach, to pluck out of the sky shards of dew, to hold my hands up against the warming sun, to drink that milky inner city fog and to pretend pretend that I could dream in four dimensions.
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cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
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Fortune-getter.
I will write my own palm.
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Hello there~ I came from
The first thing that catches my eye is arrangement that formed sort of a hidden message Makes this poem looks a little like like a riddle~ This also shows that you have planned this well before hand
After reading it... It got a good mix of both sadness and heart warming thought~ It nicely tell the feeling of individual that fell in love and then lost that person. When you lost someone you truly love, it is no surprise you would be sad. I like the happy thought at the end that
this person was able to gather strength and resolve to move forward~
There are some sentences that felt a little too long for a normal poem... But that's might be just my preference ~_~
To summarize... great work!
The first thing that catches my eye is arrangement that formed sort of a hidden message Makes this poem looks a little like like a riddle~ This also shows that you have planned this well before hand
After reading it... It got a good mix of both sadness and heart warming thought~ It nicely tell the feeling of individual that fell in love and then lost that person. When you lost someone you truly love, it is no surprise you would be sad. I like the happy thought at the end that
this person was able to gather strength and resolve to move forward~
There are some sentences that felt a little too long for a normal poem... But that's might be just my preference ~_~
To summarize... great work!