Dreamclouds

A Boy With Roses

There's a dearth of perception in this ocean of                                                                                    

Virulent wasteland                                                                                

I want to live in a bubble of ignorance because                                                                

My fears are too big to comprehend                                                    

Those shining moons, those black night skies                                                                

The world is gone in a blink, and alone in my mind                                                            

I find you wandering                                                                                              

Through seven years of bad luck 

 

In the stars I seen a jaded writer howling                                                            

It's easier to let go than love a dying flower                                                            

It's easier to spend your last dime                                                                                                

Than spend a lifetime holding onto somebody                                                            

You just can't break through                                                                                            

Wishing this could last forever, but this love isn't true                                                      

All night I cried, dreaming of you                                                                                  

All night I cried, I died in the camera flash                                                                                

Under the dark night sky I feel the cold winds on my skin                                  

Echoing like bells, echoing like bells. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2022 19:44
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  • jarcher54

    I think we've all cried all night over a love that isn't gonna work, or can't happen, or is unrequited. Love the way you put it, the world is gone in a blink. When your thoughts collapse on themselves and you are oblivious to the rest!

    • A Boy With Roses

      Neatly said. This one is about how doubt is the plague of creativity. Maybe I'm not so uninspired, but sometimes definitely dejected. Sometimes feeling incompetent as a writer. I have so many ideas in my head to unpack, poems I've been planning to write since forever, even scribbled intentions as old as the pandemic, but it often feels like trying to clean up a horde of thoughts and I don't know where to begin. I will never fall out of love with the artform of expressing myself/my feelings through the beauty of words, but sometimes my judgements are merciless. It's the constant battle between introspective torture, cruel self-awareness, and an amalgamation of neurotic insecurities.



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