My eyes are full of unnamed ghosts. A transparent wall, impossible to pass through. Captured in hazy photos of yesterday. Calling out your name.
I spill myself like wine, longing for unattainable happiness. When life gets insufferable I remember you, there in the sun, in a moment of pleasure, in the whiteness of your skin. When we were young the world was ours. Now I'm longing for unattainable happiness, in dark hallways, in dark streets. Longing for peace.
I latch onto buoys in violent seas. Navigating towards dry land. I looked into his eyes and seen sadness. So big I'm suffocating in a paragon of depression. In the celestial light of moon rock.
Friends never die. We follow arcs, we follow the glimmer of twilight. Even when you invalidate my feelings, I don't want to hold a grudge. I want to let go. So I reach into the day, but everything is the same. Nothing has changed.
I feel my wet mouth, swallow the pill. The rain of every forgotten child. Drink until you can't feel anymore, until the pain is a memory of time. Flow with the day with summer winds. Unwind in the embrace of loving arms. Pour gasoline on the fire in my heart.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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I have come to the unremarkable but little-acknowledged conclusion that most of us are longing for unattainable happiness, in dark hallways, in dark streets, much of our waking, and dreaming, hours.
Your style has navigated toward a more decipherable imagery, but has not lost its joyous freedom to say curiously apt things probably never said or written quite that way before. I kind of miss some of your almost unfathomable outpourings that made one work to figure out the gist... which was through a dark glass wonderously obscure but for its sounds and sensations, but not through its literal linear meaning. The "celestial light of moon rock" of course is actually dimly reflected terrestrial light... but I am quite sure no one has described moonlight quite that way! Thanks as always!
Very sweet comment. Sometimes I am concerned my recent outflow is a little forthright, but I'm also content with being so open. It feels cathartic in a way, with not having to always hide behind elusive conceits. A lot of my older poems from 2016 are quite antiquated in comparison to my newer work, they are much more romantic and metaphysical, much more archaic and metaphorical, but I'd like to think I am always evolving as a writer, always experimenting, and I've grown to understand that not everything has to be honesty sandwiched between glossy metaphors, it's okay to capture the reality of something in a simple way without sugarcoating every emotion or happening. Thank you for reading and appreciating my poetry. Much love!
I don't know which i like best, your piece today or your resonse to Jarcher above. Both are excellent and let flow the real you outside the bounds of any poetic 'rules' or expectations.
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