Poem things

Succubus


They say ignorance is bliss,
So why as I go mindless?
Is it her whispers that I miss,
Her tricks,
Her wits.
I can sit with this.
But I cant seem to forget,
That I knew she had my heart,
From the first day that we met.

Stolen is how it seems,
Because it has never been my choice,
No matter how loud I turn up the noise,
She still roams in all of my dreams,
Turns on and off my emotions,
And plays with my heart strings,
But she’s nowhere to be seen.
Nowhere but inside my mind now it seems.

Forsaken me is what she’s done,
I started a battle I could never have won.
The parasitic after effects,
From a love that felt as hot as the sun,
Will feed off of me,
Just like the succubus that she was.
Funny how I still believe it’s love.


SF- 12-22-18

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Poem things

Deeper


You should never tell a poet

that they think too deep

Or too often,

although their thoughts

may be hurting,

maybe causing damage.

Deep thought thinkers

find going deeper

a passion.

Its our pain that

brings light

to the ideas we like.

The ones unsaid

and forgotten inside

the back of your head.

So to that

I’ll think deep and

continue deeper yet.

So that I never loose

a moment of mine

I may never define.

Diving into your mind

is a cherishable thing

when it’s done right.

To me keep on thinking

think as much as you can

you’ll find a day when

you can’t think again.

The abilities a tool

to develope and unfold

our mental blindfolds.

Over think if you can

use your mentality

your mind.

Never cease to believe in

The things you can do

when opening inside.

Your thoughts are your gifts

to bring into the world

You’re able and missed.

May you understand

I am speaking the truth

The truth in my mind

straight forward to you.

Now what will you do?


NV. Written on April 1st, 2018 started @9:33 finished @ 9:54