Duality

A Boy With Roses

Two minds in one body exist together. Independently revolving around two conclusions. Abandoned in the ruins, in thought dimensions. Spilling out of myself, remembering all the lives I've lived which have amounted to this intrinsic wondering. Self-sufficient in life's flames, my thoughts feed off each other and take me to separate but unique emotions, contrasting ones in the mind's asylum, in this sad, sad, world. I hold the pearl of the past, on the outside looking in. I dream about him in a psychic blackout. Clinging onto a fake reality in future history. I don't know how I am perceived on the scales. I don't know how I made it this far with my eyes shut in a pandemic. Minds are fabricated. Clouded by hypnosis. Every analysis is a numeric miracle pulling me deeper into the whiteness of baptised doves, pulling whispers from a fruitless passion. Don't leave me here. Come back like a river obsessed with punctuality. Turn my lamentation into summer wine. Give me the sun by the poolside. I have laid out the atoms of my halcyon days. Nothing remains.       

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2021 17:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • jarcher54

    Very deft phrase, the mind's asylum. Why didn't I think of that? It's a play on words and so much more. Some are placed in an asylum because of their minds. Thanks for the deep thought (pun intended).

    • A Boy With Roses

      Thank you for reading. I actually didn't plan on writing anything yesterday at all because I had a pretty busy day and had woken early so was rather tired, but after I put on some ambient instrumental after ten o'clock this came to me. It's one of the fastest and most spontaneous pieces I've written and took me around thirty minutes to perfect it without revision, but it's also one of my recent favourites.

    • RDS

      Another fine poem Jordan. It seems to me more expansive and unrestrained than some of your best. Not that that makes any more or less expressive but this feels less guided and more ephemeral. As ever, good work.
      J



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