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Janelle Gray Apr 2017
I sleep so heavy I just might die

I’ve dreamt in colour and I don’t know why

In my dreams I’ve felt things I’ve never touched on with eyes wide

In my dreams it all came in my very own stride

Without difficulty, without intricacy, but with absolute magnificence

And innocence

Why don’t I cry for the troubles I’ve faced

Why do I live for the future you traced

Should I ask myself why I don’t give up, give in, let go, oh no

Yours truly disintegrates to nothing though

But then I wake up, make up

Take sips at dusk straight up

Gone are the days of staying up to dawn

When days now are like trying to walk through a bevy of swan

Stare at the rain, the drops on my windowpane

I don’t know if it’s all but in vain

I don’t know all of my days that will come

Only there’s still so much to overcome

Writing words for you are never good enough

At least I can’t overthink all of this ugly stuff

Anymore

Only a foreign night in other words

Can make sense of all this other worldly onward honesty

Only a hundred more days can tell me what the past will leave behind

Is it all so intertwined

In each others destiny

Oh I cannot see what will be

I can only fixate on a picture sent to see in the dark

Sent to be oh and god knows

Though I believe more in a collision of two star souls

Or an intricate link written between us far, holes

to heaven but no ones felt that golden light

Then what the others tell of sight

You may get a little lost in my streaming consciousness

And all those lines I’ve crossed

Just maybe you’ll see the fear

Enravelled in me, my open smear

Like chocolate on your face only permanent, indelible

A torrent, a wave, frozen inside

Patience adheres to me the same way

And my hands slip, wasting, waiting, once shaking for you

Yes you

I’d lie until I died

If it only meant I could be with you in the next life

And that was always my fear

Not this one, just again like the rest, pulled tight to my chest

That flight, those stars, that beach have to wait

For a longtime date

The thought doesn’t bare

And I’m sure I’ll see you there

The snow so out of the blue

There I will see you
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2020
I get so lost from you

daydreaming of revenge

on wolves who'd prey

on you

or how the

syrup from your lips

keeps me so drunk

I get enravelled

in the flesh

that I lose some of you

each time I bring the glory

to myself

So I try to daydream of roses

they are safe it's wise to say

for they will not lead

me away from you

towards the brimstone

and decay

— The End —