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Parents

In my dreams,

We hold hands as our eyes drop miniscule oceans

Each teardrop holding a story

Of pain built up over years,

It’s shed long due.

I am safe, to be here with you.

I am comfortable.

I wipe away your stories, you wipe away mine.

Our hands, intertwined, gripping tighter and tighter

As we witness our dog take her last breath.

We don’t separate because we know we need each other’s strengths.

We don’t separate because we understand each other’s affliction.

In my dreams,

You stand below to catch me and

Above to pull me up

But…

It doesn’t quite work like that.

We don’t always get what we want.

How strange it is that I’d rather expose vulnerability with someone I’ve known for months or even weeks

When you’ve raised me for 17 years yet still feel like a stranger.

Not all dreams come true.

On opposing sides of the room we sit.

I wipe away my own teardrops drenching my face that hide stories from the past 17 years

My hand, intertwined with my shirt, grips tighter and tighter onto a thin material

That won’t comfort me any more than you do.

As the black sky awakens the stars,

I don’t separate from my poems.

Because i know their imaginary strength understands my dark emotions

that have been intruded by the bright stars shining in on my privacy.

I like that my poems

stand below to catch me

and above to pull me up.

Not all dreams come true. In

solidarity

my circus like mind forcefully held itself together

As my dog took her last breath.

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Written by wonderland
Parents
In my dreams,
We hold hands as our eyes drop miniscule oceans
Each teardrop holding a story
Of pain built up over years,
It’s shed long due.
I am safe, to be here with you.
I am comfortable.
I wipe away your stories, you wipe away mine.
Our hands, intertwined, gripping tighter and tighter
As we witness our dog take her last breath.

We don’t separate because we know we need each other’s strengths.
We don’t separate because we understand each other’s affliction.
In my dreams,
You stand below to catch me and
Above to pull me up

But…
It doesn’t quite work like that.
We don’t always get what we want.
How strange it is that I’d rather expose vulnerability with someone I’ve known for months or even weeks
When you’ve raised me for 17 years yet still feel like a stranger.

Not all dreams come true.
On opposing sides of the room we sit.
I wipe away my own teardrops drenching my face that hide stories from the past 17 years
My hand, intertwined with my shirt, grips tighter and tighter onto a thin material
That won’t comfort me any more than you do.

As the black sky awakens the stars,
I don’t separate from my poems.
Because i know their imaginary strength understands my dark emotions
that have been intruded by the bright stars shining in on my privacy.
I like that my poems
stand below to catch me
and above to pull me up.

Not all dreams come true. In
solidarity
my circus like mind forcefully held itself together
As my dog took her last breath.
#love  #support  #alone  #parents 
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Dreadful Weird

We wrote our stories, together

Ink to wide rule paper in a thin black binder

But as I play out our fantasy

You're growing distant as I'm growing empty

You could say I'm still attached

But could you blame me for thinking us the perfect match?

You know we should loathe each other

For dancing all without your comfort smothered

Oh mention of us is so deadly sober

For you I did my all, a quiet little soldier

Please grant one final moment

Let's show the world just how we struggle to lament

You know that I am dreadful weird

You know that I can disappear

So watch me fade into the sunlight

A dirty stain left on your face, so clear...

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Written by alex_russo113
Dreadful Weird
We wrote our stories, together
Ink to wide rule paper in a thin black binder
But as I play out our fantasy
You're growing distant as I'm growing empty

You could say I'm still attached
But could you blame me for thinking us the perfect match?
You know we should loathe each other
For dancing all without your comfort smothered

Oh mention of us is so deadly sober
For you I did my all, a quiet little soldier
Please grant one final moment
Let's show the world just how we struggle to lament

You know that I am dreadful weird
You know that I can disappear
So watch me fade into the sunlight
A dirty stain left on your face, so clear...
#romance  #poetry  #mystery  #love  #lyrics  #alone  #wierd 
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