My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
You are a fading star in the dark void –
Holding onto dear life
And shining your light
As your vital signs cease.
A dramatic final statement
As you explode in silence.
At the end of it all
You were only full of gas.
But now you are nothing
As your light meets my eyes
One last time.
We all just want to be held close,
And be told that it will be okay
Some day.
We just want someone to hold onto –
That special one that makes us two,
That we can love the most.
I thought I knew what it’s like
But I don’t think I do,
Or have even a clue.
But I know I want someone
To fall for every day and season –
That someone that puts a spring in my step,
And is there with me through the blizzards and the flames.
Smoking like a chimney,
You infect me
With the smug smog
Coming out of your mouth,
Along with the senseless silence
As your common sense has flown South for the winter.
I’m listening to sad songs
Because there’s something wrong
In my head and I’m sad
All the time and not fine
When I want to end my bloodline with me
And can’t see how I can be free.
It’s a constant continuation
Of frustration
But I’m not hiding –
Fighting it as I just sit
And take it but I don’t fake it
Even though I wish I could
Get off at the next station
And leave this train of thought
But the ticket I bought was misunderstood
And now I don’t know what to do.
I want to be up there
In the basket of the hot-air balloon,
Drifting through the sky.
To be up so high,
Basking in the sun
And forgetting where I’m from.
To fly far, far away
To the fiery display –
All the way,
Past the horizon.
I don’t care
About what you’re constantly sharing,
Or how you’re faring.
Like – damn – just live your lives for a second.
You’re updating everyone
About your wine –
And you whine
That the sun won’t shine,
But it’s an absolute crime
How much you’re wasting my time.
You’re muted –
Attention refuted,
I’ll see you tomorrow
To do this all again.
I sold a smile with zero commission –
It’s the tale of the sad salesman.
Going door to door
On different shores –
So sure that it would be okay.
It was a day to day basis,
And I stayed on this path –
No matter the waves and phases
That I faced.
But it’s time for a career change
And to change my ways.
So that finally I can reach a place
Where instead of chasing the sun –
And its face,
It will smile down to me
And let me breathe
Freely.
I get so tired
Of the tiredness –
Of walking on coals
With fires under my feet.
The flames reach my face
But I am falling asleep,
As it’s just the same
As yesterday.
A small relief
When I can breathe –
Just for a brief moment,
Before the fire fills my lungs.
I can see the waves, far away
And up close, as they close
In on me once more –
Same as before.
Maybe the hooded man will chop off my head,
And it drops with the raindrops as I lie there –
Dead.
Or maybe my life he will spare,
And instead –
He’ll only strike a hair.
The wind blows.
My eyes close
And I turn white as a ghost.
Out of spite
I say my own last rite.
I’m still afraid
Of the days that I faced,
The fate that awaits
And the axe that is raised.
What a hangover it was.
The endless sick feeling –
And tears when I could find no relief.
It’s no surprise that it ended this way,
After getting drunk on the daily –
Caught in an ever present pink haze
And dancing in the purple rain.
The worst part was the cure
As they were some tough pills to swallow.
But I got them down
And got up.
JD Poetry 