Lonely Minds Vacancy

A Boy With Roses

This fatigue symbolises our impure friendship                                                                

One word to make me insecure                                                                                                  

The burning desire to free myself from the shackles of torturous reality                    

The mundane slip into dreams of twilight                                                                

The rain after the sun, all those nights we fell out of our self                                        

Into strange towns, strange conversations                                                                  

Not going home until we're satisfied and left                                                                          

With an empty ache and no reason for why we're disjointed                                      

Blaming each other for our problems                                                                      

Taking no real accountability in the proximity of destiny                                        

Power, love, friendship, addictions, fantasies

 

Moments escape us when everyone else is asleep                                                          

We frequently doubt we will wake from this dream                                                        

We are kings in our own little playgrounds                                                                  

Planting seeds in fertile lands of hope                                                                                

We swim like moonbeams, sulphur and blackberries                                                

Chasing rabbits and hanging around with nothing important to do                                    

Little obtuse and mawkish birds feed us chimeras                                                      

Mouths full of piano and we're falling deep                                                              

You watch me sleep like a baby and tell me I'm yours                                                

You care for me like delicate china and when I'm mizzling                                            

You light up my world with sunshine                                                                                

But you can never really alleviate the pain                                                                      

The numb part of me memorising the lines of heaven                                                    

Take me to your quiet softness                                                                                  

Where the rain doesn't wash away the colours                                                        

Where the eye's genocide remembers                                                                    

Orange leaves falling into place like rose petals. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2021 18:11
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Comments1

  • Arborb

    Very apt title for this excellent piece. Feels like a longing to feel or perhaps not feel at all.

    • A Boy With Roses

      Thanks for reading and I appreciate your insight. I wrote this mosaic of emotions last night in a bit of a rushed blur when I was drunk and my mind was hazy, balancing on a double-edged sword. It took me two hours from ten to just after midnight to flesh the bones of it out, editing along the way, but everything felt right about it. Through a more sober lens this afternoon I am fond of your perception that it feels like a longing to feel or perhaps not to feel at all (which prompted my reply). Sometimes life is amplified for me, and other times I just don\'t give a fuck.



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