guess we are fighting
with hands tied --
always breaking me down
and shattering the pieces --
sea swell and shallow
my lungs hold on
i am sinking into the shadows --
there was your face
in idle light,
an idolised vision in blue
that my lungs would lick
like lips closest to you;
we waste and it was not
a loss, only a bitter
aftertaste in the back of my mouth.
skeletons toss bones
with laughing jaws,
(don't let them drop so hard)
china fingers laced through mine,
you're dying, you died not long ago,
some finer details in snow-like sunshine
would you fly away under lamplight
eyes burning not like mine, away
and going away now, leaving,
saying goodbyes now
forever and fornever again.
and my tongue is twisted --
and some time whilst i slept in deep peace
you drowned to deepest peace of
cellular levels; to unravel skins
and peel back membranes
of memory, were they golden or darkest blue
like skies your irises once knew?
no moon to wash me white tonight,
slumber takes hold: hands encircling wrists,
fingers ensnaring ghostly throats,
breathe heavily for tonight
when time is gone.
skeletal frames breaking you down --
down for deepest sleep where i cannot sink.
(14th March 2015)
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reflections in watered-down glass
Poetry"I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken." -- Lana Del Rey, Ride (...
