I wake up to the music of birds
The serenity in my mind
No one to hear my rambling thoughts
I have so many things I still want to say
But don't know how to put pain into words
I look at the sky, the blueness of the world
I think of you and it hurts, it hurts
Thinking of you
In the quiet halls of Jericho
I sway and my body aches
I live in the fantasy
Holding onto the make-believe
Promise of reality
Oh, I can't sleep
Do you know how it feels?
Awake until I can't stand
I feel the gentle whisper of the breeze
Soft hands, soft touches
Walks in the forest, walks by the beach
I feel the desire in my heart
The lonely shadow in the corner of the room
Flickering like the lambent flame of love
Moon waxing and waning
In pictures of your smile fading
I reach for the thread
I muster up the courage
Possessed by the mirror of the night
I walk dark streets
Alone in my head
I'm a fool with no clue
Got so drunk again I passed out
And I woke up with a vague recollection
I passed out and woke up with and infection
I could feel the burn swirl at the back of my throat
The voice of sweet nothing
This morning I was running on dreams
I ate the seed and turned into a watermelon
I tasted Heaven on my lips
The 5 a.m. dawn
In the garden of electric blue
I walked around, searching for you
I think I lost my head there, in the pleasure
The sky was the road but I was walking around in circles
In the white of the morning
Mistaking trees for earthly wonders in my bed
There must be a way out of this Hell
A reason why every boy rebels
Don't tell me this is life
Cause I don't want to think but live in the night
And I don't want to know what tomorrow holds
I close my eyes and let myself unfold.
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Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
both touching and sad.
another of your writes fot me to lose myself in.
you have a gift XIdlepoetX
Blushing. Very kind of you. Just wanted to say if you're going to refer to me you can call me by my name, Jordan. Thanks for reading and I appreciate the comment.
Great poem 🙂🙂 I like your words , and flows so nicely
Thank you Yellowrose. I actually haven't had much time as of recent because of my fucked up sleeping pattern, so I have a backlog of your poems still to read, but I'll get around to it tonight. You're a very talented poet I must say. Appreciate the comment as always.
Beautiful poem.
Thank you, very sweet.
Oh, X, you liar! You are an EXPERT at putting pain into words, and you know it! (-:
You are always evolving... never dull!
Sometimes I have a cloudy brain. You know when you wanna write about something in particular but you can struggle to capture the detailed interior of your imagination? Usually I can agonize over writing a poem and will tediously labour over it, but with my recent work I've been more spontaneous and inspired greatly by lyrical compositions, and the poems have been coming to me effortlessly. But I had been out for a walk to my local wilderness at 5 a.m., and I felt rather incompetent as a writer/poet trying to describe my scenic emotions, hence why I said I didn't know how to describe the pain in that specific moment in time. A lot of my pain in my poems is metaphorical, but I often, sometimes on a daily basis, suffer from tangible pain, and at times I can find it difficult to express how I feel in words.
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