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Posts Tagged ‘sad’

We Are Moot

In Meloncholia, poetry on August 19, 2015 at 5:46 pm

You move a little and my world tilts.

It drops down into a spiral.

I hold my hand, palm upward.

I try to catch you bit by bit.

Still, you slip away.

You slip away.

Gravity

In Catatonia, Meloncholia, poetry on November 20, 2013 at 1:39 pm
trying to get away
i run around
in circles to my dismay
round and round
smaller it grows
the center of my gravity
is you

fading black to white
escaping hues
not wanting reds or blues
white washed walls
of memories of you

tongue in cheek
there’s a story between us
you refuse to speak
i’m undone

one foot forward
two steps back
making excuses for the feelings that you lack
holding on
to thin cold sheets
waking up, alone

Buoyant

In Catatonia, Meloncholia, poetry, Uncategorized on March 13, 2013 at 3:09 pm

Here I am

Adrift once more

In a sea of chaos of my own making.

You are the waves.

Emotions are fierce currents.

Expectations drown, they choke.

Insanity is a the lone rescue boat.

Chained

In Meloncholia, poetry on February 11, 2013 at 2:51 pm

In shadows, these tears flow

Hasty, leaning to invisibility.

Yearning to be sated

By heart lament’s end;

To face the shining rays of gold

At last, set free of this pain of old.

Self-Loathing

In Meloncholia, poetry on August 11, 2012 at 4:54 pm

There is a different kind of pain

The one that you cannot ever prevent

It is the scar that remains

It is the heartache spent.

This vile attack on your soul

A meeting you will never forget

It is the death after that fall

The one the reeks of regret.

The war that you wage

Not with anyone but yourself

Impossible to disengage

A defeat that cannot be helped.

This is the end of the line.

Your universe unceremoniously razed

Purged from time.

All hell leads to this place.

 

Lost

In poetry on July 29, 2012 at 2:20 pm

We have this moment

Just this one time thing.

There was music

There was joy.

The air was thick with them.

Yet, your gaze cut through the haze

And your soul pierced mine.

For that one moment,

We were one.

Alas, as with all that’s special.

Moments have their own passing time.

A second, a minute an hour or two.

It matters not for none hold true.

And as time erases

That wrinkle we left in it

I can only relive these moments in my head.

 

Once There Was A Mountain

In Meloncholia, poetry on July 20, 2012 at 4:59 pm

There was once a mountain

Tall and proud

Its peaks reached the sky.

Clouds would gather and crowd.

Birds would not dare fly.

The majestic turrets

Looked like they cannot fall.

Piercing the heavens.

But deep inside its cavernous hall.

Its caves hold many secrets.

For this mountain stood all alone.

Far from any company.

If mountains could speak with sincerity

It would speak of love that’s meant for thee.

For as broad and mighty

As this mountain was.

It wanted something that will be built to last.

And each time the day rises

And when the night comes to call.

It wishes not for many foolish things.

But only the happiness that true love brings.

 

CRAP!

In Catatonia, Meloncholia, poetry on July 16, 2012 at 9:20 am

I see your eyes in every face.

I smile and blink –

It’s gone.

I search again

In this sea of strangers.

When will I learn?

You are not him.

I am not her.

You are gone forever.

Memories, they haunt me so.

All I want is to let go.

But time and again-

I see your eyes in every face.

I smile, blink back the tears.

You are gone.

Please, let me move on.

Awake

In Catatonia, Meloncholia, poetry on July 14, 2012 at 4:09 pm

Keep me awake

Your words pounding

My head is aching

This heart breaking.

Keep me awake

Tossing and turning.

At night, I lay in vain waiting

On this bed I made.

The pillows whisper your scent.

The sheets still warm as your skin.

Keep me awake

I am slowly dying within.

Keep me awake.

Your arms still wrapped too tight.

Keep me awake.

I am alone, choking every night.

Keep me awake.

Your thoughts pounding on my head.

Keep me awake.

Why am I breathing when I feel dead?

Keep me awake.

Your words pounding.

My head aching

This heart breaking.

The clock ticking…

Every second, you drift farther…

 

Just In Case

In Meloncholia, poetry on July 14, 2012 at 3:45 pm

I wrote you a long letter.

I wrote it, just in case you:

Come home;

Come for a visit;

Remember you had me;

Realize you miss me.

I wrote you a sad song.

I wrote it, just in case you:

Decide to Call;

Listen to our history;

Remember how you loved me;

Remember how you cared.

I sing this song

Time and again

I write the words all wrong.

Just in case you:

Forget who we were;

Deny what once was there.

I wrote you a long letter.

I wrote you a song.

I wrote what I thought mattered.

I wrote the words all wrong.

I wrote the words all wrong.