Words come to me in moments of serenity.
I wish I could remember them, but they are fleeting.
And I lament for my lost thoughts that could have meant something.
Some might say.
That in that moment we were infinite.
But I do not believe so.
In that moment, there was only me.
And there was only you.
And thats all I needed.
I fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.
But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.
So with these words I shall try and redeem.
These hands of their predetermined deed.
The monsters in my head are throwing a party.
And I'm not invited.
They've got me trapped. in my skin
And I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.
I'll pound on the walls of this cage.
I'll not stop till you know my despair.
I'll make these words till my heart breaks.
I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.
The space between us is cavernous.
But I wouldn't have anything less.
Yes I have this cellular phone.
But I've never felt so alone.
You're nothing but an instant away.
But I know your so far from me.
Now it may seem that sadness is all I am.
But I can promise it is only the penultimate.
There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.
It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,
A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.
To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.
And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"
Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Words come to me in moments of serenity.
I wish I could remember them, but they are fleeting.
And I lament for my lost thoughts that could have meant something.
Some might say.
That in that moment we were infinite.
But I do not believe so.
In that moment, there was only me.
And there was only you.
And thats all I needed.
I fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.
But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.
So with these words I shall try and redeem.
These hands of their predetermined deed.
The monsters in my head are throwing a party.
And I'm not invited.
They've got me trapped. in my skin
And I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.
I'll pound on the walls of this cage.
I'll not stop till you know my despair.
I'll make these words till my heart breaks.
I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.
The space between us is cavernous.
But I wouldn't have anything less.
Yes I have this cellular phone.
But I've never felt so alone.
You're nothing but an instant away.
But I know your so far from me.
Now it may seem that sadness is all I am.
But I can promise it is only the penultimate.
There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.
It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,
A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.
To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.
And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"
Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
The man with the balloon. by HaikuMagician, literature
Literature
The man with the balloon.
Drifting from place to place.
Not to fast, not to slow,
Always at his own pace.
Always going with the flow.
The man floating by balloon.
He has loved and he has lost.
Accompanied by a mournful tune.
Never delivered stories at a cost.
He sang of places near and far.
Stories great and small.
He has even ventured towards the stars.
The man sang to one and all.
I spoke with him once upon a time.
I asked him. "What should I do?"
And with a smile so sublime
He answered simply with "Do what you want to."