Tag: poetry

Tempest

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We’re a calamity,
a certifiable disaster.
There’s no serenity in the way we are going.
I try to be unbreakable and you unshakable,
but we’re splintered by the weight of words.
Shattered, jagged,
shards of glass,
pain and the bittersweet sting.
I see my soul in your eyes.
You’re just as fu**ed as I am.
Maybe we did that to each other
but somehow it feels right.
I’d rather walk in the fractured shadows with you
Bleeding, but alive,
than loll in the sun with anyone else.
catatonic and numb.

Nocturne

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Your essence lingers in the air.

I still hear your ballad,

the singer of my heart,

your immortal intonation

The serene melody covers me.

It entices and seduces me.

drawing me back to the days of utopia

where I was muse and you were the tune I danced to.

I think. I think too much.

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I think. I think too much.

I’m chained to my brain’s chaos

My heart guarded but afraid.

Pain marred scars.

Tell stories of a sensitive soul

Lost in a high tide zone.

Battered by the currents of regret.

Burned by a scornful sun.

Thoughts swirl in endless motion.

Disturbing my equilibrium

Demons born on the waves of insecurities.

Hellions of a mind.

They reign, feeding on my weaknesses.

One day I hope to stage a rebellion.

Until then..

I remain a paragon of hypercritical introspection.

Alone

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I wish I had a hand to hold.

arms to embrace.

a smile to calm me.

a shoulder to rest my head upon.

My restless mind won’t be still.

thoughts turning in constant motion.

Feeling empty.

Weary in spirit.

Tired body.

On days like today.

I wish that the presence I missed,

missed me and was present.

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart.

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Creativity is running amok. I find myself alternating between music., writing, and painting.The waves are crashing down on me hard. I may drown in a tide full of ideas, musical notes, and acrylics..My mind is a chaotic place full of tension. It never rest.and the bit** won’t shut up.  Creativity is my way of transforming the mess that is my brain into something beautiful;. I don’t always succeed, but I will forever try.

I’m currently in performance mode..

My cover of “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart”

I Cried.

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I swear I am not as angst filled as my poetry might suggest. 🙂

I Cried.

I cried for you.

Drenching my pillow.

Liquid fragments of a broken soul.

They left a trail from my heart to my cheek.

so much angst and sorrow.

a ballad of a dark kind of madness.

Tears falling down.

Each drop a cadence of gut wrenching pain.

The reverberation of nothing and everything.

Crashing down.

In a crescendo of grief.

Leaving me mute.

My version of “Clean”

MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea

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MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven’s infinity
I lift my wandering sail.

With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.

I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown

I pass the abysmal seas
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!

My latest covers.

Cotton Candy Haze

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Emir-Ozsahina poem in progress.

Some people see the world through rose colored lenses

happy to bask in the cotton candy haze

of denial while sitting under a gumdrop tree

Feasting on the nectar of blissful delusions

Their eyes only see beauty and peace.

Some people see the world through scratched, dirty lenses

Lenses marred by a lifetime of hard use.

Futilely trying to clean the glasses in a pond of

skepticism and regret.

Their eyes only see negatively and hate.

Other people break free of the lenses.

2020 vision is within their reach.

These people know

that sometimes the road to hope begins with despair.

that pain and love often walk hand in hand.

They refuse to play peekaboo with their problems.

Instead, facing them head on.

Their eyes see the world as it is-both the good and the bad.

Orange Blossom Morning.

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She left on an orange blossom morning.

with a suitcase full of forget me nots

and a map of the stars.

trotting down an uncharted path.

Singing a tune.

she misplaced long ago.

Taken the bridge out of Eden.

over a river of forgotten dreams.

Seeking solace and shade

under a willow tree.

melting into spring green and new beginnings.