The Abyssal
Darkness cannot overcome itself.
am I searching for a cure for my disease-ridden health?
am I hoping for a love that no man shall find?
The darkness that binds,
Is the same darkness that holds me together.
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
9 Word Life
Forever is just a collection of short term memories
The Power of Ellipses
Its almost funny
How these dark silhouettes
Of long lost silence
The nothing left over by nothing
Bore holes in your brain
Like the long lost nothing
Of all those joints he smoke in high school
For all those reasons that ended
In a colorful “because”
Followed eloquently by an equally colorful ellipse
That articulates all the reasons that the world is wrong
Then trailing off into paths of pills
Leading to empty bottles
Which were usually meant only for sleep
And leaving holes burned in his memory
Articulated by another sorrowful ellipse
Suppositions on Life, Love, War, Sex and Bureaucratic Coffee
I suppose
One must wonder if this is love or war
If your skin on mine is creation or combat
Sparing or sex
But they're not that different I suppose
Same story with a different end
But even there though
If you look just a bit too hard
There's no way to really know for sure
Whether it's fireworks or bombs sent to quench our darkness
Bursting in air showering us in fire to help us understand
But does it really matter to the darkness how it is broken?
For afterall
We'll both end up dead, you know
And fade in to nothing more than a smudge of black and white ink
First spilled into memory, left to dry and then brushed away into accidental recollection
* * *
Sometimes sorry is a band aid on wound that needs stitches.
Aged like fine wine
Are we supposed to age like fine wine?
With our souls being drank at the end of our lives?
Do the gods we believe in take mercy on us?
If we find love do we taste better?
Some of us decide to end it earlier than others
Their wine isn't aged enough
It's a cheap wine that only gives temporary happiness
Temporary satisfaction
Lack of Feeling
The wonder what it feels like
The lack of feeling
I do not seek it but
I wonder what it feels like
l always feel but
It does not always feel real
That second of pain
What's after?
The sound of rain? I doubt it
There's probably a drought
I wonder but I do not seek it
Yet
monsters
monsters are the creepy crawlers in the darkness we run from as kids
the things we feared when we turned the lights off.
the things we had our parents check under the bed for,
the things we closed our closet doors at night for.
but what do you do when you become the monster you used to run from
survival
being alive and living
are completely different
one shows beauty,
while the other shows
pain.
Color Poem #2 Blue 10-5-21
I am lost
But not hopeless
In a state of what i call blue-ish
It's the feeling of drowing in your own ocean
But being calmer than you should he
Not having the mental capacity at the moment to swim
Its the feeling of deep sadness
But it's soft
A dull, plane, hurt that caresses your heart with numb fingers
All the while playing a soft lullaby
A mother softly singing you to sleep with tears in her eyes
Its a calm color
A sad color
A peaceful color
It's a color i hope to feel instead of nothing
It's comforting in a slightly unhealthy way
Heart or Mind
Sitting here thinking about you
And thinking about him
Do I go with my heart
Or my mind
Do I continue to fall for you
Or do I play it safe
Do I tell you I love you
Or pretend to not care at all
Do I follow you blindly
Or not at all
Somedays I just want to slip away
To play it safe
Others I want to open my arms to you
To let you hold my heart in my hands
But who knows if you're just playing me
Do I let you know me
11/12/2020- Scars
The scars on my knees are gone.
I noticed that today.
Who am I?
I don't have a past anymore.
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