i am the blues
i have when my breath
starts to choke on the memories.
sometimes, i don’t have time
to say everything i’m thinking.
and is every thought even worth
mentioning? who am i
deceiving? everyone, but me.
nobody, but me
sees the colors i breathe
when i speak of dreams
created while traveling
on other dimensions,
planes of existence
until we’ve become pure.
wash away my heart. it holds too many secrets.
i am the island of regret. so far off,
can’t get back what i lack. the sun just
went black. there’s no way back. no
way back. i need my memories to
return to me from my eyes. i used to
see until i understood everything.
my heart is a broken piece of my
memory and how can i disappear
completely. if only we were wishing
of the dreams one used to be.
7 thoughts on “in chicago: notions 5-6.”
Absolutely love your style, you flow beautifully and with substance, looking forward to following…
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Thank you so much, glad to have you on board for the ride.
Your words tell so many stories. Your stories tell of sadness and regret. Your sadness and regret make beautiful words and stories. You sing through your words.
Your poetry reads so beautifully, in my head and out loud. You put the perfect words together so that when I say it out loud I just think, “Yessssss.” It feels good, and that’s my favorite part of poetry.
Oh damn that was such an amazing compliment, thank you so much and so glad you enjoyed.
You write like I wish I could and say all the things I’d like to say.
Thank you so much, I’m just trying to put together words and sounds I think sound well together, and hopefully say something of substance.