Everything is better…
or so it seems.
So why do you still haunt me in my dreams?
Why are you here…?
There was no invitation.
There is no motive.
there is no reason for this party.
So… what do I do now?
Where do I go?
Because it seems you’re always following me
down every little hole.
Taylor
Tag: poem
Unseen
Tripping over reality
Or under it
And seeing the unseen
What we cannot observe through the naked eye
Not even with enhanced vision
Unlocking corners of our mind
Observing a collision
Between reality and something else
But what is the something else that remains unseen
And will there come a day where it can be
Taylor
Fingertips
Fingertips on skin
Like faulty wires
Electric sparks
But beware for flammable items
For they can clearly catch alight
But sometimes they dont look flammable
And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk
Mistaking possessiveness for lust
And controlling for in love
Like a pool of gasoline
The wire is engulfed in flames
Not possible to escape with out burns
Burns on your heart
So the next connection you make
You may be the one to break
But I hope you atleast learnt to keep yourself safe
And keep the flammables away
Taylor
A poem about toxic relationships, how the magic that love, caring, and sex has is wonderful but with bad people (flammable people) it becomes overwhelming and toxic.
tears
She has a sparkle in her eyes
Her cheeks rosy and glistening
She has full pink lips singing the words to their song
Screaming their favourite part
Black running down her face
Scratches on her head
Her heart aches
But it aches for him
Taylor
Wish I could say this depicted me, but it doesn’t. That is why this is nearly completely about images, and colours instead of feelings. Maybe one day I could write this from a personal emotional perspective but I would have to go through it to write about it
Fall or fly
And I fall sometimes
I fall
Or am I just flying
It feels like Im dying
Yet weightless
Every problem off my shoulder
Am I gliding? Surviving?
Or will I hit the ground in a crash
I never know how far down I’ll go
Before my wings open up again
But Im scared that one day they wont
Taylor
My trip
Colors intertwine
Sending shivers down my spine
But my body is twisting and shaping itself
Becoming part of this reality
Where colors shine
And plastic leaves grow and wind
And people leave trails of themselves in different lives
The floor isn’t solid or liquid
Its on a fine line
Where there is movement but stability
And the room breathes with me
Extending the walls which then collapse
And wooden beams break up the space
Into different worlds
And let me go there again
But just a little less, just in case.
Taylor
Scared of myself
I’m scared of or for myself
Because I know confinement drowns me
And I can feel my lungs slowly filling
And I always rely on someones hand to pull me up
But we are in lockdown
The only hands are those of my family
And I have brought them under with me too many times
Nothing feels right
What am I supposed to do when I’m left alone with my mind?
Taylor
memories
There are too many memories
I cannot remember
And I don’t understand how I can ever understand myself
If even I don’t know my own life
I’m supposed to put together this jigsaw
But I’m missing all of these pieces
How do you expect me to know my own mind?
I know where the gaps are
I just don’t know how to fill them
Taylor
Isolation
Isolation
Drifting reality
Space between us
Connections unfold
Now too long to hear your words
But our hearts are tied
We can’t hold hands but we stand side by side
With meters and miles between us
Holding on
Hoping for a reunion to come along
Distanced but awake
Scared but living each day
I have never felt this feeling before
Don’t want it, but for now it’ll stay
Taylor
Not to love
What is it like not to love
Or at least not yet?
I would tell you but there isnt much to it
Loss and grief are easy
Comitment is hard
I still feel warm around the right people
But if I lost them I would only have to adjust my routine
Taylor