Poetry Dump #1

Words bleed out from my pen, 

As my scattered thoughts 

Turn to angry scrawls 

At my now crumpled paper.

I stare at the wasted photographs strewn everywhere- 

Reminding me of my once beautiful dream, 

Morphed into this nightmare. 

What more do I need to do? 

What more do I need to prove?

My hand twitches unnaturally, 

It's already becoming a habit.

But I am far from getting it to stop. 

I feel the all-too familiar feeling of fogginess 

From the alcohol I had just consumed, 

But it hardly felt unpleasant. 

The drink left a bitter taste in my mouth, 

It seemed appropriate-

Reflecting the bitterness that I am fighting back.

I have never felt as worse as how I am feeling now.

The crushing sadness;

The disappointment;

 The frustration;

My heart had never been so broken. 

I try to make out the words, 

That my unconscious has been scribbling all this time, 

I don't understand any of it.

But somehow, through the non-sensible scribbles, 

I see my dreams wasting away. 

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Maybe my dreams are meant to be like these photographs, 

A frozen reminder of things that have passed.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Old wisdom. When you are loved by a Poet. You will live forever. Words upon paper saved and held precious. Become nice reminders with the passing of time.
"But somehow, through the non-sensible scribbles,
I see my dreams wasting away. "
Love, life and chance. We can lose more than we win. You are right. Some parts of a life become frozen memories. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Carissa Marie]

Very well said. Thanks again. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Pravy Juvento]

Excellent work Carissa. All you got to do is write more poems. Your creativity is unbeatable. Check mine if you want. Feel free to message me.

[Carissa Marie]

Thank you. :)

[Pravy Juvento]

Welcome please do read mine, sub and review for for stories. ; )