16/01/2021 – Leaves

I just want to leave;
Disappear like the leaves
In the Fall and just
Give up on it all.
I just want to see the sun shine
In the Spring, and feel fine.
I want to see the flowers grow;
Watch the butterflies put on their show
As they dance in the sky above,
Proudly displaying their love.
I look forward to the Summer,
To walks in the park,
When I can hold you tightly in my arms.

But then Winter comes again,

And the leaves fade away.
But at least you’ll be there by my side,
Day after day.

14/02/2020 – Scattered thoughts

Oh, endless apathy;

Release me, let me be.

Just leave me,

Though you are already my sole ironic company.

It is times like these,

I would give up the world,

To breathe, to feel, anything.

To have a sign of life.

It is an unconvincing facade,

a disguise slowly deteriorating.

I see the sky,

I see the colours,

I see the birds fly.

But there is a blatant disconnection,

Between mind and soul.

My hands reach out and try to reach out to life,

But it leaves my hands burned, as it moves in a blur.

One day I’ll be me again,

On the day that I’m released.

This melancholic outpour is all deception,

a sad reflection.

I am aware,

I should not wait,

I should put my mind to it,

Get out there and…

do something.

But I can’t focus,

And my mind lags behind.

 

 

Just

One step at a time.

 

 

I’ll get there.

Wish For a Fall

The irony of love.

As we fall for those,

That lift us up.

The blessing of their presence,

Creates a longing,

For it to be constant.

Thus far,

I’ve lived,

I’ve fallen,

But always moved on.

One day however,

There may be no recovery.

And there the hope lies,

That when I fall,

And do not rise,

That they do the same.

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For her

I see your eyes, and they reach in.

They fill my heart, and I wish I filled yours.

This constant crisis, withstanding the test of time.

The everlasting dream, to hold you under the stars, to reveal your brightness to the universe for none compares.

Your laugh, the sweetest sound that makes me want to cease to exist, for I know no greater thing may be true in this life.

Your nose, your lips, vital pieces to such a face of perfections.

Even in those moments of embarrassment the beauty of your soul shines.

The utter beauty of sincerity, of reality, though these thoughts are a contrast.

I am…

Falling so, so madly in love.

A completely helpless feeling.

No prescribed medication for this, except to simply release this burden, so it may grow into something beautiful.

Or die.