Dreams still glimmer in these EYES,
Yet the heart with meaning shies.
With leaden WINGS and faltering flight,
And weeping EYES in reluctant flight
Say it now,
NO dreams to-night,
Close windows, shut the light.
No more hide and seek of games
With sinister meaning and COLD futures.
Let silence bind each wound,
Let HOPE sleep, lest its OWN wound.
For dreams have teeth, they gently BITE,
Whispering lies in silver light.
What was once a holy flame
Now LOW glows, too weary to proclaim.
So hushed the stars, muffle the skies,
Let quiet be where DESIRES takes its last
Not every dream that is SEEN is to STAY
Some only arrive to pass on...
About the Creator
Komal
I write poems and stories that hit the feels.
When I’m not lost in my own plots, I’m either daydreaming about the next big idea or just winging life with a grin.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕀𝕄ℙ𝔸ℂ𝕋
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (10)
So have felt this. Sometimes melancholy is just too much.
Sometimes our hearts trap us in melancholy, and cry us to sleep at night. And we wonder if we'll be happy again. ☀️✨❤️ completely relatable and heartfelt .
Komal, this one's left me a bit speechless. But of course you've written another masterpiece!✨ I hope you can grab your dreams with hands and heart. We all know you deserve the best things in life!
This is beautiful. I wish it didn’t feel so real
Beautiful, love the flow and overall lingering feel of this one!! Nicely done, Komal!
Beautifully written! Dreams are fleeting like life.
This has a soulful ache. Beautiful and very relatable.
Like the observation that dreams can bite and leave scars on your life, even good ones.
Beautiful work KoKo!
I loved the flow of this and your word choices! My dreams have definitely had teeth as of late.