A Boy With Roses

Angels Talk To Me

Today the sky was pink and delicious, good enough to eat. I looked at the clouds, white roses I could sleep in, and my mind went wandering through dream dimensions, roads into worlds, oceans in my imagination. I woke from sleep, the blue folds of my dreams, hearing voices, speaking in languages I can't understand. I thought it would never end, that the refracted moonlight would shine through the clouds in my mind. I drew a line in the sand. It's funny how old friends become strangers and life becomes a melodrama. I turn dark days into games. I ride the waves. Some days I want to disappear, some days I wish I wasn't here, then I think of you and smile. I think of the storms I've made it through, how I've made it this far. I don't know what tomorrow holds, and I don't want to know. I will work it out when the time comes, when I've said too much, when I overdose on young lust, when I see myself in the light in the sky. I think I've died in this house. I'm thawing like ice.   

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2021 15:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Liam Power

    I really like this poetry which is almost prose. Reads very well.

  • Bragee

    Enjoyed reading this!
    One day at a time!

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