When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.
The beat of my heart makes it difficult
not to be blinded
by the reality of my own thoughts
when they are broken down within the sounds
of my dreams.
Yet, no one hears the wind
running through my mind
and I find nothing is
as it seems.
All I do is race to hide from the smoke of lies
to find subtle truth
inside of uncertainties colors
but what I come across
means nothing to you.
When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.
I want someone to listen to the words I speak
even when breezes fill their hands
and time goes by quicker
than the air they tasted.
No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted.
Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.
Yet still, the beat of my heart
makes it difficult
not to be blinded by love,
even when
I know....
you lie to me.
i love, that you said, no one hears the wind running through your mind.. (perfect way to express the emotions involved in writing!) Then you find the answers from out of the flames and smoke, and nobody wants to hear it (: Priceless way to express it! One of my favorite expressions when i am talking about dealing with problems or issues, is i am tired of being brought back to the main mirror, this reflection is making me sick~ so i appreciated the stanza that said you bled mirrored glass.. Then.. you amaze me again, when you refer to that same wind that filled your mind/thoughts, being ever present in the hands of your listener as a breeze or the person you gave the answers or solutions to (: I LOVE THIS! Your poem goes on to shower the reader with even more intense philosophical perspectives and depth that very few writers incorporate as well as you do (: I love this! -s
This is an elaborate work of art. Every line seeps with beauty and the imagery speaks of your grace. I'm blown away by pretty much everything you write Neva. Thank you so much for sharing your poetry with us. xx
' I have searched through eyes ~ that paint my mistakes with words ~ of ecstasy. ~ Yet still, the beat of my heart ~ makes it difficult ~ not to be blinded by love,'
Even a sadness is written with amazing beauty when you put mind to writing, Neva.. your phrasing is like a garden full of colours, don't know how else to describe it.
This is great work! Extremely rich with compelling emotion. It reads so well. I can't help but feel a bit of sorrow as the mind and heart live together it is hard to choose which one is more right when they differ. The structure to this is lovely! I am just rambling now...good job! :)
Neva I love this poem. Its meaning is beautiful and the visuals are amazing as always. I have yet to read a poem of your that I have not liked, this one is definitely going into my favorites.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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