would my mind finally rest?
would it take more than a flight
to not drown in tears at night?
stop its pouring, would you too
feel a lot more comfort out
in the sun, thinking about
how the seasons tend to change
but remain forever strange?
now i hum the silent hymn
of the past that ceased to be.
what's the morse code for 'i'm free'?
people tend to miss its dark
side, perhaps because i try
hiding everything in my
incoherent mind of gold.
one day when i grow up old,
i will hold a book of lies,
then walk proud to my demise.
I find it mysteriously catchy, the first few lines . It opens up channels of thoughts. Yet the words are simple and form is not complicated.
There is no lie to that. This piece is orating insight.
I try to simplify, yet not too much, my thought process, to express what I see and how I see it. I love the idea of observing and noting down what I saw, in the form of poetry of course. Thank you so much!
I like this.
Thank you so much! This means a lot.
Amazing words, words of your poetry reflects the phases of life. Thanks for sharing.
Have a great day and stay blessed.
Thank you so much! This means a lot!
Welcome.
Peace is achieved with lies, the truth does not have the strength in crazy heads to write a book of sacred rules.
Truth is very powerful, and lies can sometime act as a substitute when we are feeling overwhelmed with the might of truth.
I really like this one, I can relate to this phase of a feeling.