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The Scent of Flowers(Title unrelated)

A sense that is undoubtedly coming from the need for change. Is this that feeling that I get some times when I’m so comfortable that I have to get out of what ever decent situation that I’m in? Coming to this point frequently in my life, almost no alternative will suffice. Words escape me, fleeting with every whim that is taken. My thoughts sore high above the Ethernet cables and waterfalls of memory cascade into the dim lit rooms of the past. Searching through them like some kind of shoe box of photographs that are water stained from being forgotten for far too long, tucked away in the attic of the mind.

The unwarranted feelings of love and happiness drown me in simple conjunctures that formulate cohesive sentences. Albeit, they are sentences that are shoddy and without confidence.

Far from discretion, a broken heart is stitched to an arm that once felt as though it were able to hold a whole other world. One that lay in the sea of infinite possibility, travelling through space without knowing which direction it was going. But it floats on never-the-less. Ever moving through space and chaos. Broken symmetry in galaxies that evaporate without anyone ever knowing. Blissfully unaware of the potential within each speck of star dust.

The same which created you. The sole purpose of my being. The reason I want to live.

Each post is typed to blind eyes. A melody that is remembered only whilst reminiscing what once was. Birds could not sing a more beautiful note.

Dear Reader, my mind is some place else….

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A Star Out of Reach

Earth’s solid form beneath me
With the soil in my hands
My only memory of you leaves
To shores of golden sands

Like a Bee with dutiful flight
Wandering the wilderness
My heart becomes childish
Blinking in and out of archaic existence

The soul is stardust
Memories are the wind
Blowing away in each breeze
Only to come back again

Our flower of passion has wilted
Unforgettable and True
Collapsing in my mind
On silky wings it flew

Your Memory is a Crown

I gaze at the fire
I am reminded of your eyes
When we walked through the flame
When your spark met mine

An Enigma that I would unravel
Between my arms
Between your legs

We masqueraded around as friends
Instead of the lovers we wanted to be

Now I am stuck here thinking of you constantly

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Dear Reader, this poem is something that I have been thinking about. A woman that I have longed for since I met her. Although we became entangled by passion, we never got the chance to go further than that. I have always wanted to share my affections for her, and at times I do. But it all seems to futile at times.

Thank you for your time.

Quick write poetry

The sunlight holds me
Like you never could
It holds me
Between beams
The light I never knowed

I can’t count on tomorrow
So, I take today’s light with relish

It holds me
It embraces all the dark parts of me
Shedding its face upon me

I love you, I do
O, but you are not the light
The bringer of solace
You are my darkness
Forever in my memory

Hardly perceivable

No one knows you
You are mysterious

Reignition of an old flame
Kindling made of dreams
Sparks of memory

Recaptured in your elegance
The shifting sands of time
Drifting down from the sky

The constellations that are your thoughts
Outline and connect our conversations
A web of carefully chosen aspirations

Being within a moment of your time and grace
Fulfills a passion
A bottomless lake

A source of life reignited by simple words

Progression or Movement (A Poem)

I swallow my words and choke on the verbs,
As if freedom was an action and not something you heard,
These nouns of mine fill my mouth like wine,
I’m drunk with people, places and time

And I’m moving around to some places I’ve found,
Escaping a ghost that is still trapped in these notes,
Some broken chords, the confused words of some type of meaning

When I think I’ve slipped away, like the moon its last phase,
I come back to this page
And try to fill it in

I’m walking or strumming a reality I’ve lost,
Progression or simply moving
Haven’t given it much thought