Tomorrow,
I might thank pain
for punching me
Tonight,
I am a pathetic girl
full of misery
Right now,
I perceive myself
as a burden too
For earlier,
I bothered friends
to share my blue
Tomorrow,
I might thank pain
for punching me
Tonight,
I am a pathetic girl
full of misery
Right now,
I perceive myself
as a burden too
For earlier,
I bothered friends
to share my blue
The sky cleared up
But only for a while
The storm came back
As you waved goodbye
Swimmer’s Prompt: Clouds.
I’m generally doing okay in the state where I’m in right now but sometimes at night I miss the feeling of tears falling down my cheeks. It’s weird but at the end of some days I find myself longing for the me from months ago, anxious and crying effortlessly because of a lot of things, or the lack of some. Is it just me or does pain really grow into you that you’d go looking for it at times when your life seems boring?
Daily Prompt’s Laughter.
P.S. I wrote this October of 2017, I don’t know what got into me. Anw, it would be nice to hear your thoughts about it!
Your lips
are the rim of an aqua coffee mug
crawled on by roaches
I would never dare let mine touch again.
Yet your voice
is the sound of an expensive violin
stroked by a fine bow
I loathe how it could still disrupt my ground.
Slow songs
and shuttle rides
A sleepy girl
with round eyes
Heavy traffic
and long sighs
A cold heart
with invisible lies
Clear skies
but confused mind
Countless whys
yet turning blind
The sleepy girl
with invisible lies
Keeps haunting me
with Machiavellian eyes
Then the stage lights dimmed
As slow as my heavy breathing
A band of nine started to sing
As I walked farther from him
It was a night of pain and glee
Though the songs hit me badly
All my illusions became blurry
Then I turned light and free
The band stopped playing
But the lights are still dim
I casually left on a whim
Without him even caring
what is there to be bewildered about?
when the sun glows on your skin
and the flowers bloom in your heart
what is there to be confused for?
when your skin touched my bones
they radiate with light
when your heart caressed my soul
the pigments intensify
what is there to be doubtful of?
when my bones start to burst
you come out for the sun
and bury me deep in your arms
when my soul turns to gray
you keep weeds out the flowers
and paint me back with fire
Time will lead you back
to old conversations
long interpreted
to forced messages
accidentally deleted
to sweet words
never expressed.
Vaguely asking questions:
has the heart healed
is the love still there
did the pain go away
are feelings just dormant?
I hope in your mind the answers land.