Touching emptily, the sadness of a lifetime with feelings of remorse, bringing beauty into the crystal tears of grief.
Tasting the bittersweet joy of love and desire as it is drained slowly from without in hands of people envious of what talent I have.
Staring vacantly inward, I respond by writing of it’s painful loneliness in space.
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Finding safety in avenues of emptiness, no questions asked, answers never given.
Seeing everything in a new light, allowing promises to escape into nether worlds of fantasy.Culminating patterns fitting like puzzle pieces into a mind of cognitive thinking.
Stranded in a life I want no part of, attempting to find reasons for living.
Death beckons, sending brilliant lights taunting inner memories to flow out.Tension building, stretching, looking for a way to ease the pain.Exits appear at ends of long tunnels – light beyond – blue – warm – inviting.There is no longer an entrance to life – it disappeared with the death of my Mom.Left only now, is…
Marching through thickest tangles of life’s insistent webs of remorse.
Timely reminders that we are growing older with every moment, and are opening up to death’s doors.Not wanting to go through them filled with bushels of regrets to bog us down.Taking care to ask forgiveness and give acceptance to all those whose lives they’ve touched with malice, insincerity and lies.
Sitting amidst nature in all it’s green and brown splendor.
Contemplating an existence through revelries of tangible tones, vibrating incessantly through musical expressions.Fulfilling beautiful landscapes with vibrant enthusiasm, giving off feelings of unexpressed thoughts from a heart torn with friendships pretended – thrown aside for reasons of the other person.
Memories flowing, rushing into my mind without reserve.
giving me back my family for moments at a time.Exercising quietly in corners of imagination, quotingwhatever I see in depths of subconsciousness beneath me.Taking everything in stride as I wade waist-high intovisions capturing my attention, and taking me back tothe good old days of youth.
Noting every manner of feelings and senses being immersed in melodies and rhythms.
Shining explicitly with neon thoughts siding around my mind.Thankfully reliving all memories in sapphire atmospheres.Placing value upon whatever I see in nature, reigning over poetry with a gentle will, keeping company with musical trills experienced in total splendor.Always keeping to self, tripping alongside behaviors of others.Finding many formulas, adding them to lists of imagination.