Slanted
Ocean eyes, tell me more
please don't dare cloud over,
keep me casted and ignored
hardly ever sober.
medicated mid-day crisis
I'm coming down again,
and my dear the honest truth is
my high has got to end.
Face reality
whatever that may be,
with such informality
regarding all that we see.
Taken for granted
nothing holds meaning,
and now the ground is slanted
and the sun is bright, beaming.
Now tumbling over
and falling down,
in this world of clover
that I've somehow found.
Confusing, constricting,
never level-headed,
this new found reality
is forever being shredded,
changing, evolving,
something stable? No not here,
no problem worth resolving,
strictly out of fear.
My poems/writings reflect my feelings and anything that inspires me to write the piece. Sharing them on a widescale is a dream of mine, so this is the first step. Enjoy!
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