Chrysalis

A Boy With Roses

For so long I felt like I had no future

Now I see beyond the years

I can see clear

Feel like I've escaped the fog

Past the point of no return

Too much shit has happened to forget

I was driving faster towards my death

My fucking untimely and violent death

It makes my stomach churn

When I'm hell-bent on dying

Determined to die

Changing with the seasons

Passing phases

I haven't written a thing 

It's not that I've lost the passion

More that I have been preoccupied

Watching time unfold

Preoccupied with the pain I host

In the most fascinating way I'm ready

Ready like I've never been before

I don't talk to anyone anymore

I never thought I would've seen the day

This has happened and I've changed

A chemical imbalance in my brain

I will wash away with the rain

The dust has settled 

 

I've carved my name with the flint sickle                                                           

Into the memory of an idyll time                                                                       

Got lost with the winds in a romantic town                                               

Burying the shipwreck of my heart                                                                   

The storm tossed me into the dark                                                                   

On a wild, wild night                                                                                               

I can't get you out of my mind                                                                   

You're like a tattoo on my flowery soul                                                               

A bird calling by the black lake                                                                         

I've made a fool out of myself                                                                     

Putting everything on the table                                                                   

In the teeth of the disorder                                                                                 

I touch myself to feel something                                                             

Other than ambivalence.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2020 19:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • jarcher54

    I noticed the silence. This is a fine return to action! Isn't making a fool of yourself what confessional poetry is all about? You always create memorable lines and images... I touch myself to feel something... that is profound.

    • A Boy With Roses

      Hey! Had a rushed and unproductive day, and haven't had much time to come on here and cruise. Thanks for the read and appreciate the comment. I guess it works pretty well in regards to confessional poetry, as you mentioned, but the verse, 'I've made a fool out of myself putting everything on the table', refers to an argument I had with someone, in which I expressed my truest emotions and felt somewhat abashed afterwards. It's related to and connects with the previous line: 'I can't get you out of my mind; you're like a tattoo on my flowery soul'.



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