I don’t sleep often, at least not much
But when I do, and my mind wanders..and I just go so far away from here and I dream and I dream..oh I dream of rivers, and beautiful passages Time suddenly doesn’t exist, and I am so far away I wish I was able to explain what I feel, when I’m not here, when I’m there You probably think its hallucinations, or day dream wandering It feels like an explosion in my head and suddenly I am taking off on a journey when I write I find myself so whole like I have never been I am held on the inches of my body that were never touched and does it feel infinite to be able to breathe through my drowning throughts I wish I was able to visit that place more often, but I guess the best things never happen often They’re special..they are rare kind of like art, and poetry, and high school sweethearts that end up getting married and staying together for ever I crave that rare, and every time I do, no matter how far I am in that dream world fantasizing, know that I am thinking of you. October 11, 2015
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"..You wanted so many women, you forgot to want yourself
Between your arrogance and your warm caring self, you left something there, missing.. like the star missed the sun and back You were missing a piece you could not find because you were too busy piling up memories off of hearts of vulnerable girls Every summer you'd make them fall in love, you'd deliberately undress their minds and open their hearts, and just as they are ready to welcome you, you'd leave So normal, so loud like basketballs dribbling on a basketball court somewhere in Chicago. It was not for your looks they fell, they fell for your supposedly honesty, your way of being so caring and so mysterious. You were a stranger, and the kindness of strangers was something they knew intimately Your conquests were like trophies, sat in a shelf, growing dust and never looked at again. Just for that one story to talk about, that 5 minute rush, you would break someone else's heart just to make yours feel whole again..at least for that while." July 25th, 2014 |
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