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Delirium induced by broken memories
Shudders left lacking in female attention Visions remain long after waking Thus resulting in fragile retention
Those ministrations forever known
Dusting off the scarred, forbidden plot When did the journey cease to please Chained to the past with defective thoughts
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Isolated on foreign shores since then Surrounded by predators Judgement & leers by creepy men Can only do her best to survive Keeping quiet in their midst Don’t want to provoke the beast Won’t fade to obscurity she insists It’s complicated to remain equal These days one must be agile She keeps them at bay with a grin While remaining firm but not fragile
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Unclasping the dreams & insinuations
Lucid thoughts beyond the outer pale Transpiring within fragile realms A bared soul on the brunt of our fairytale
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I’m being teased by the soft pink
Visions held by my fragile mind
Beauty only holds a certain firm
Your words delve until I find
I am strong enough to last
Though you tighten the noose
You know the subtle power
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It’s not about me
Focus away from my chipped soul Fragile dreams creaked as I reach daylight Caught in our midsummer’s lull Drinking wine out of a teacup This soul embarrassing when exposed Hoping to numb our sensibilities While we lay naked & juxtaposed Like this: Like Loading...
I’m not anywhere near perfect
Contrary to your fictitious notions
Examining me through a skewed lens
Though I’ve been cleansed by the ocean
I’m not what you think you want
Flawed in all the wrong places
Underlining fragility & a fractured soul
But you’re still focused on the pretty faces
I can’t explain all the improper deviations
I’m not what you’ve wished you might discover
You’ve transcribed me into a possibility
But I’m already tethered to my perpetual lover
Don’t sacrifice your dreams
For what probably won’t ever be
Hold tight to your illusions
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Unlocking inspiration in the night
Emerging from the shadows & dark places Rising from a migrant slumber New life without any of the fragile traces
A travesty banished to the past Along with all heartache & fear Endless scribbles upon discarded paper The truth within ink stains & pencil smears Like this: Like Loading...
Picking out tunes from a lost childhood
Icons from an isolated life; memories fleeting
Can’t keep track of my overblown tragedies
My own imagination responsible for these beatings
My past is a weight, tugging at my fragile soul
Written missives, but she flew off to Ontario
Shunning my offerings for a comprehensive life
I speak of love, but she merely turns up the stereo Like this: Like Loading...
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Feeling the cold upon the sill
My wineglass perched just so A stagger to my fragile swagger I hid my love, but now you know Like this: Like Loading...
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Our fragile egos remain outright
Yet still free – not compelled by those In the trenches we find disaster Inspired to richly & sullenly compose
How do we heal? How do we grow?
Absorbing vibrations & her headspace blues Redefinition of cool among the vulnerable Rising morale since she turned off the news
Erratic dreams of dismantling love
The early signposts to the apocalypse Gentle rise becomes glaring to our eyes Summer mornings feel fresh on our nips
Ground control to juxtaposed fallacies
Squandering purest moments we’ll know With no intention to rattle a dull saber Paradise; when I only wanted a cup of joe Like this: Like Loading...
A palpable desire
Feeling it from deep within
Drowning my anxiety
Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin
Supposed to be a functioning adult
But I say bollocks to all that noise
It wasn’t all that long ago, still
Running the streets with the boys
Though I dress better now
The soul leaking through the cracks
My heart is a fragile commodity
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While we were off sleeping
The rains whipped themselves up in a squall
The flowers rose from their dormant stature
We were left to discover what never was at all
Stripped away our delinquent delusions
Forced to find the truth of this precipitation
Life is a fragile balance of our dreams
Love draws us close while fusing our imaginations
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Now that I’m old, there’s no chance to be cool
I’m that creepy lurker passing the delicates isle
Finding myself lost in nebulous thought
Youth dropping their eyes while I try to smile
You can’t be friendly when you’re a certain age
Somewhere along the line, I missed my cue
Oblivious to the graffiti on the decaying walls
I’m slowly dying, more with each day that’s through
Stuck before I can be the wisened old fellow
Conversations with alter egos as I deliberate
Taunting life with my aggressive apathy
Father Time impatiently waiting for my cryptic fate
A litmus test for fragile character upon my days
Emerging from adulthood with wisdom in my head
Never again a victim to society’s whims
Pushing past expectations; my own hero instead
Rising higher than their own trite requirements
Still not accepted & still the silly old fool
Sketchy, weird & perpetually the outcast
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Street lamps glow reflecting of the snow
Life like ice melting away drip by drop
Grass withstanding winter emerging to grow
Fragile hope resurfaces not ready to stop
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