a poem for you and a poem for you

jan 3, 2019

you, a breeze, dispersed my smokescreens,

allowing the flame to burn pure and bright.

come and go quickly to wonder dream realms

I can only hope for your return.

you, a pond of lilies and love, once hidden and shy.

I’d sit by the shore, sharing rejection and fears.

others now gather around you, laughing and hugging your waves…

they treat you well, my time has passed.

you, a lonely flower, healed my corrupted lungs.

in gratitude, I invite you to my garden,

but now I watch my fruits and blossoms die

for you drained my soil of love to survive.

your union will leave me dry.

devoid of air, water, and life,

my heart and soul begin to suffocate,

and bloodshot eyes gasp for tears,

while grey cheeks long for warm kisses.

a desperate mind, a lonely mind

will cling to anything, will cry with blame.

why must you love one another?

am I cruel? I am forgotten.

jan 3, 2019

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on a lonesome hill,

with an ocean of lilies beneath,

the ravens and I weave white crowns and ribbons

around the tranquil yew tree.

purling rivers wash over blushing eyes,

feeding the innocent flowers below.

the kind waters are grateful

for only petals warm my numb hands.

black feathers hum serenades,

the rivers quiet and lilies turn,

as ribbons tighten ‘round my ill branches,

dec 14, 2018

________

all the metaphors

have been used before

my breath sings mute and stale

igniting dreams to no avail

 in streets filled with familiar strangers

who cry and shed finest sand

my mind and heart stay calm

as blood dries in the cracks of my palm

i never asked to hold the blade

i did not want to lead your crusade

i am no savior, yet they await

in blind and raging hate.

red nile flows from and under my bones

as i stare from a horizons distance

strangers stare back, begging for hope

and all i choose to do is nothing

all the metaphors

have been used before

my breath sings mute and stale

igniting dreams to no avail

all are strong, all are brave

all shall prevail, my beliefs are delusions

cursed or blessed to see their tears?

castles don’t rise in the desert

arguments suck ._.

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hour 19. smoking. 

kek, plz don't. after smoking a person just smells like burning plastic, very uncomfortable to be around.