Daily Poems

I told myself to be consistent,

To dedicate and not be distant.

Funny, since were all keeping our distance,

And it’s hard to be out of nonexistence.

I told myself that distance was my friend,

And that life was looking up for me.

I was wrong, my introvert was a monster,

To text someone and say I miss them and actually mean it.

It tore me apart from others memories,

And I came to forget others as well.

I was alone with...loneliness,

I came to miss the interactions with others.

No sunny D for the shaded head,

No peak of light hitting in.

Curtains do what curtains do,

A roof does what a roof does.

Recycled air in and out the lungs,

As windows do what windows do.

All these features exaggerated more,

As my inner self contemplates captivity.

To text I miss you and actually mean it,

Two common things mixed together.

And they know not of your reality,

Because walls do what walls do.

Nothing new and not really hatting it,

All this is a close part of me.

Heavy rains but all skipping me,

Because a roof does what a roof does.

Morning chirps hits deafness,

Because a door does what a door does.

Something un-natural so natural,

Just in me and not the revolving world. 

Six feet apart and no closer than that,

Stopping the spread of contaminated kisses.

Used to the affection and not the careful,

All in order to keep safe.

Being tied to you is a drag,

Cards on the table it’s nothing to brag.

My pupils stares into the dark,

As the vision isn’t worth the bark.

Being tied to you don’t mean I’m Mrs,

Who am kidding that is a fantasy Misses.

You caress my body and mind,

Flooding it with nothing but blinds.

Tainted flower on the wall,

Falling in the middle of the hall.

Possessed by your eyes and figure tall,

To lay with you at night is the biggest fall. 

Big and broad wrapping me in your arms,

To whisper me to sleep knowing I wont.

Overwhelming breaths breaking sweat,

Established tension increasing heat.

Silver-bands in our pinkies neighbor,

Yours laying on top of mine.

Reminding me I’m yours forever,

Killing thoughts,

Heavy heads.

Filling lungs,

slow breaths.

Oceans weight,

weigh a ton.

As it lays on top

Of what used to be you.

Swollen face,

Heavy eyes.

Bodyweight,

is now the Ocean.

A beam of light,

Shines on top.

Uncovers the truth,

The killing thoughts.

People weep,

people care.

Time heals,

It turned to cared.

The closest thing,

Lays in water.

It’s memory,

A feeling there, a feeling here,

Feelings never touching or mixing.

A perfect distance between each-other,

One holding more pain than the other.

One drowning more than the other,

One larger than the other.

One deeper than the other,

But all of them are permanent. 

All will stay scared until they physically heal,

But it will hurt with the simplest touch.

Remembering what caused it to hurt,

Counting the days until you stitch my wounds,

A needle and thread is all it takes.

Just like an apology, its hard for you to say,

Admitting you were wrong is the first step back to take. 

But you are too busy moving forward,

While I’m stuck in the past with open wounds.

You dare not retrace your steps back to me,

As I bleed Out of life, but being filled with poison. 

All it takes is one stitch, one apology, one sorry, to bring me back to life. 

If I see you one day, you best walk away,

Don’t expect a hug from your creation.

You rejected your little mirror with a push,

You walked away and never looking back. 

If I see you there’s nothing for me to say,

But you have many explanations to give.

Don’t start with a sorry in return of sympathy,

I’ll shut my heart up before Oceans start pouring.

Sympathy lived long ago, meaning time is up,

Time perished away at your side.

Just walk away because your good at that,

so let’s just leave it all, at that.

If forgiveness is given to you, no promises,

You will just be mentioned by your first name.

Too bad I can’t give you your blood back,

Because my last name has no love, it lacks

After many years of disappearance goodbye,

You were just the person that created me.

This is all on a real level I’m serious,

Running on a race,

A path till the end.

No time for thoughts,

No time for taking breaths. 

The fearing sound,

Increasing our speed.

Close your eyes,

There, is where you lie. 

Hit your head on a wall,

Knocking you down.

The R.O.A.R of the tiger,

It devours you completely. 

As others still run,

Remembering the fallen.

So they keep their pace,

Not meeting the fallen fate. 

Eyes, dead as a grave,

As the Grave and Earth are 5 feet away.

I am ghost, five feet away from you,

My cold skin observing your cold.

Ears closed with the sound of your voice,

Dead silence, but loud thoughts.

Eyes into wondering space,

But thoughts without a trace. 

Smile but don’t smile,

So you keep your silence.

Approach me once or twice,

But there’s nothing else to say.

Sealed mouth, but want’s to chirp,

You have eyes to see but no mouth to talk.

Talk the talk but not walk the walk,

Is the actions of your speeches.

You talk to the living and not the Dead,

You pray for the Dead but not for the wounded.

Help the Rich, but turn on the poor,

As higher pay comes from the Rich.

Humble people left in the dust,

Prideful people sit on the Golden Throne.

Glory goes for the Rich,

Darkness haunts the humbled. 

Problems follow everyone,

Harder on the humbled.

For they have nothing to solve with,

But for the Rich, their Money is their savior. 

5 feet away from this Earth,

A living ghost in living meat.

As the pursuit of happiness is not the same,

All it is, is to be upon glory and riches. 

I live not here no more,

A beautiful Flower Vase,

Holding abounding of life.

Glass shinning with clarity,

Water clear as a sparkling Diamond.

Life, tested my endurance,

As people threw me to the ground.

Shattered to big pieces: Repairable,

The Vase was all glued back together. 

Life was still abundant,

Water was still clear.

So people threw me once again,

Broken into smaller pieces. 

Repairable once again,

As it continued for 16 years.

So many times being thrown,

There came a breaking point. 

I was irreparable,

Small shattered glass defines me. 

Eyes blind to the small pieces,

Not even tweezers can pick up.

Put me back together,

I won’t be the same.

12% of the glass is still there,

Having big openings everywhere. 

Glass lost it’s clarity,

And was replaced by Dust.

Water once sparkling like a Diamond,