I am not depressed
I’m just deflated
Out of style and over-dressed
At second-best, I’m overrated
An old birthday balloon
(Out of breath, somewhat bated)
I hum my jingles out of tune
One-hit-wonders soon outdated
Like a song without sound
Mourning a muted meltdown
I’m at the point of no concern
For my inability to yearn
I am -
Whatever comes after
The past, the future
The cries, and the laughter
I remain –
Whatever came before
The purple rain, the midnight train
The virgin and the whore
I am a pixelated painting
Understood by few
Inexplicably containing
Little drops of you
You’re my middle C
A sepia photograph
Of my mundane eulogy
And my previous epitaph
You are my bitter half
The gall in my bladder
My nervous laugh
My endless chatter
You’re my history rewritten
My once shy, twice-bitten
My state-of-the-art
You’re the bottom of my heart
The top of my lungs
You’re my talking in tongues
The motivational quote
In my suicide note
And although I’ll never be free
From this heart on my sleeve
I’ll always wish you to be
The Adam to my Eve.
That was beautiful.
“The top of my lungs
You’re my talking in tongues
The motivational quote
In my suicide note”
You make me want to write.
Dope!
Then my work here is done!
I don’t usually read the poetry I come across on the web, but this caught my eye for some reason. I’m so glad I took the time to read. By far the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read. Makes me smile and brings a tear to my eye every time I read it. Thank you so much for putting into words what most people can only feel. You are extremely talented, and just know that you have absolutely made an impact on me. I look forward to reading more
This is more than beautiful! I have no words to describe what I felt!
Thank you very much!
Wow…this is beautiful. After I read this I was speechless. You have a beautiful gift.
Im speechless and moved, really beautiful
Beautiful.