LateNight
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We swing back and forth
Gently from the breeze passing us by
I take in a deep breath of you
Trying to memorize every aspect
And everyday, I thank God deeply for letting me have these moments
Shift in cognition
Frigid delusions take hold
Autumn of the mind
Concept Artist: Jimmy Law
I wake up in the late night cold, and my head is reeling
I am not supposed to be here, this is not my home
Like a man with no face, to the patrons I’m a stranger
TO BE VAIN:
How hard is it to understand one’s true intentions?
Faced with different interpretations, what is sky blue may be turquoise or teal.
Fragments of memories come back in flashbacks as I lay in bed at night.
Pictures of happiness and hurt.
Joy and pain.
Love and loss.
The good and the bad.
My body is so tired,
but my mind can find no rest.
I lie awake at the darkest hours,
fighting the demons in my head.
They poke and prod
at my skin
as I wander the earth
A luminiscent blanket bathed in silvery spindles of light from the heavens.
Misty shimmers casually float skyward, eventually giving way to a pale glow.
A familiar face offers comfort from the darkness.
Good bye
Try not to cry
Long sigh
Something shatters inside
A new realization
The cycle just completed a rotation
No intentions
Little predictions
Sometimes it is a game
emotions meet your demise
for it is a poem that looks you in the eye
happiness
no longer causes madness
insanity
reality
clarity
personality
no longer
cookie cutter
I felt this sadness. Not the kind that makes you cry, and cry for hours; hell maybe cry for days. No, it was the echoing sadness. The kind that somehow gets pushed into the corner unwelcome. This sadness was the haunting kind.
Dear Me,
Don't you see
your problem is this
you can't forget what love is
you see him everywhere
when y'all speak you can't help but to stare
into those eyes you fell
anything you would sell
