Category: poem

i’ve had trouble recollecting memories
moreso being able to separate the fact
from the fiction i’ve entwined
to the stories i share

did i kiss you softly
while the sun began to set
or did you leave me coldly
on a november night

did i tell you my feelings
attaching myself to your soul
or did i retract my lust
pushing you outward

was i kind to you
a shoulder to cry on
or did i brush you off
to stay home alone

did we enjoy your fathers wine
in the early mornings of our youth
or did i ignore your call
to look at ones and zeros till two

did i stand up for you
take the hits you couldn’t
or did i run out
showing my true cowardice

maybe the truth lies therein
lost among the fiction
with actions that should have been
but will only ever be

in stories

i lost my strength
when i lost my ambition
pulling myself forward
on leftover guilt
to get to a nominal goal

can you raise me
wherever it is i land
to my former self
whoever they were
before all this

change can happen
in and around us
but we always revert
blood burns anew
back to bones

have my teeth sharpened
gnawing on prosperity
mascarading as happiness
breaking down
to heal me

give me more time
to collect the tides
that bring in hope
encrypted in faces
waiting for answers

until i succeed
to resolve uncertainty
to rectify old mistakes
to conquer current fears
i continue forward

when you look
across the sky
for me
do you pause
at the break
to see
what was hiding
never subsiding
awakening
there i stay
never far away
from you
like a constant
always in motion
hovering
how to continue
from going into
the abyss
seek me out now
hold up your hand
reach, for me

i’ll come down
when i’m ready
to be
in your arms
safely embracing
everything
you provide

i’m in bad shape
don’t know how you’d expect to find me
let alone be able to rise me up
joining the deep levels again
set aside time to recover
but i’m up before the sun
working away on something new
keep myself occupied
take the illness off my mind
until i come across you
teary eyed and blue
begging me to stop
go rest my eyes
but i want to be remembered
for spending the last part
as active and exciting
not lying around dying
though time catches up
i might not have a say
so hold my position
in case i decide
to end abruptly

keep on shedding
the dead parts
left over town
across streets
under bridges
while the sun shines
as the moon beams
down upon us
these pieces
will be all
that’s left to remember