trying to find meaning
in cracking stars
trying to put a definition
on the splits in the dust —
am i doomed to be
forever in her shadow?
drowning like a shooting star
and hoping we never take it too far —
somewhere in a dream —
(sacred dream state)
i am alive and well and wistful,
nostalgia is sweet and soporific
like a glaze of sunshine
at my mouth.
there is a cut on your tongue
and a halt in your song,
a sweetness in your stance
a coldness in your glance;
it touches my eyelids with ice
and i felt their frost and shards —
trying to place a name
on your gaze,
trying to give you a word
in this place
when my lungs grow tired
of each breath they take.
i felt this touch of panic
on the whites of my eyes
(i don't think you could know
how hard it sticks
to me, i don't think
you would recognise
the taste of this nameless fear —)
and i don't think you know
the faces of this shadow,
that bring me to tears.
(9th May 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 (...
