Morning Fog

A Boy With Roses

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.                                                                            

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2021 20:34
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Comments4

  • aDarkerMind

    both touching and sad.
    another of your writes fot me to lose myself in.
    you have a gift XIdlepoetX

    • A Boy With Roses

      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.

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      Great poem 🙂🙂 I like your words , and flows so nicely

      • A Boy With Roses

        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.

      • Jayasree

        Beautiful poem.

      • jarcher54

        Oh, X, you liar! You are an EXPERT at putting pain into words, and you know it! (-:

        You are always evolving... never dull!

        • A Boy With Roses

          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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