Posts Tagged ‘melancholic’

Ectype in Sepia

This is something new
So I like the way it looks
I still haven’t gotten used to
The bright vibrant colors.

This is so soft
I like the way it feels
I still haven’t got used to
The touch of the surface.

I think I have grown old
Thinking about how marvelous
Are the shades in this picture
Captivating and keeping me in awe.

(It’s) hard to write about you
With that smile and that glow
It’s best to keep it in stored
In the storage of my memory.

(It’s) hard to look at you
Without pondering possibilities
The hourglass’s broken
Pouring all the specks about.

I think I have grown weary
Thinking about the wind breeze
Waiting by the cold shore
Tallying the phony sirens at bay.

A rag boy stumbling still
From your perspective is skewed
Less oil for this engine to reel
Every feeling once wasted, spewed.

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كئيب

Get the boys in
But none of ‘em u wantin’
But you love all the lovin’
You enjoy all the desirin’.

Get your eyes here
But not his, or his
But those and that
You want him so bad.

Make way for the princess
Her cat walk is priceless
Subtle and subliminal
Her instincts are animal.

So the get the boys in
But none of ‘emu wantin’
But you love all the lovin’
You enjoy all the desirin’

Get your-self here
But not you or you
But him and only him
You want him so bad.

Make way for the royalty
Her cat walk is overly pricey
Subtly and subliminally
She’s an animal; distinctly.

She’s chatting in a room
For this time she feels gloom
A pretty rain of crowns
And everybody bow down.

I completed the piece of poem I wrote back in summer of 2013, also titled Nostalgia

Nostalgia (Complete)

Family and friends…
All of these cherished moments
Layered in fun and happiness…
Everything that you lose in the process of growing up
These tiny little details
That seems so important.
Nostalgia takes ahold… again.
I miss being that boy.
Everything was hanging in the balance of my memories
They keep me moving forward
As I stop for an instant to remember
As they fade away… forever…
And there’s nothing I can do.

Is all who I am now all that I dreamt to be?
I just follow all of the instructions given
But sometimes I stop to wonder silently
Is this who I am? Is this all there is for me?

(No matter how much you try to hold onto it)
The past is the past
And all the things that were once then, now are no more
And all that you dreamt to be one day, right now is unreachable
(And now nothing seems to really matter)
All that it was; a mirage, an illusion
A thing that you never could say your good byes to
You have lost the most important part of yourself; your innocence.

Nostalgia
 
So the past is the past
And all the things that were once then, now are no more
And all that you dreamt to be one day, right now is unreachable
All that it was; a mirage, an illusion
A thing that you never could say your good byes to
You have lost the most important part of yourself; your innocence.