Engorged in malaise,
Yet soothing like
On a winter’s day.
I could not catch her drift
But I got near enough
To touch it.
She pulled back
Into the safe
And I lay
He tells my mother
he’s “moved on”
as if that statement
he left behind.
Grey skies swallow the sun, and she revels in the foggy abyss. Her bright yellow coat glistens as rain washes the layers of sorrow from her past; she has been baptised: a new life awaits.
She smiles at every drop, greeting it like an old friend.
Ever since her brother passed away, the sun would not cease shining, insulting her sadness, attempting to force her out of her gloomy reveries by shimmering through the blinds. Now that December had come, the twist of climate finally allowed her some solace. Oddly enough, she felt at peace.
He was never coming home, but the thunder kept her company. The pitter-patter of water on her windows reminded her of their childhood puddle-jumping contests. He always won.
For the first time in a while, she did not feel alone anymore…
Her nimble fingers
Of desire through my skin.
She told me she was an artist;
Her green eyes
Of heartache coupled
Little did she realize
She was art to me.
I stopped believing in love
Until our eyes met;
From a previous life.
Right then and there, I knew
I would never meet another like you.
But I set you free
Knowing your happiness
Would never be with me.
Maybe in another existence
We will soar together in the sky
Leaving all doubt behind…
And I’ll stop looking for a love
That I will never find.
The leaves are falling, just like I used to.
Until life allowed me to start anew
I cannot revert to how I was before
but I don’t know
what sweetness tastes like anymore.
Chills in the air crawl up my spine
while the ground gets painted golden.
When I consider making you mine,
I realise we’re both too broken.
The breeze uncloaks the trees,
Reveals the barren souls within.
We’re just two empty bodies
Doomed, never to fall again.
My legs wrapped around his body
His wise words hanging above my head
Bright brown eyes delving into my soul
It has been a while
Since I’ve met someone
Worth falling for…
(Somebody stop me)
I saw the universe in his eyes
but finiteness in his words.
The space between those unspoken
Enlarging the one between us.
Maybe in an an alternate reality
His actions will speak louder
and he will look deep into me
and see Forever.
I put my phone away and intrepidly look up at the path ahead. I am in a state of metempsychosis. My soul has been converted from a robotic slave to a free human being. I am in control of my thoughts and desires. I feel like I can accomplish anything! But when I try to lock eyes with other humans, I am in awe. Everyone else is still entrapped by their screens, not even aware of my gaze. My pleading eyes have no impact. This is the reality we live in: one in which we constantly attempt to escape reality. No matter where we go, we are always alone. My liberated soul weeps for mankind.