Category: poetry (page 3)

The air is a little colder,

Around my legs as I move through my space.

The cooler seasons,

Are starting to bubble up through my soul.

I mourn the loss of this lovely summer,

And all that I hoped for it.… Read the rest

It is nice, I guess.

My heart has been trained to know,

It doesn’t mean anything.

This lazy form of attention,

Doesn’t mean they want my company,

Or to be my friend.

It is just for clicks,

Perhaps.… Read the rest

The difference between the REAL WORLD,

And these online spaces,

Couldn’t be any starker,

After an evening out in the gardens with friends.

The real world is where it is at!!

It is where goodness feels vibrant and alive.

We all retreat into this world again,

I am not sure it is as rewarding as our dopamine receptors may suggest!… Read the rest

A little adventure out into the world,

Where have I been all summer?

And such a gorgeous summer that it was.

Distracted, overwhelmed, upset.

This is what fills me, inspires me, excites me.

Take me awayyyyy.… Read the rest

Finding such solace in the refuge of a cafe,

The warmth of the wood and the brick structures.

Some tinkling of cutlery on glasses and cups,

Cheerful, comforting sounds of objects of nourishment.

As though it has been weeks since I rested my soul,

In a place designed to replenish the spirit.… Read the rest

My work stalls,

The feeling that I can’t do this without you,

As though you lift me up,

Or support me in some way.

Not sure what to do next,

Could this be my force?… Read the rest

I want to reach out to you,

But I know you aren’t there.

I thought you were my friend,

But you don’t want to talk to me.

And now,

I am lost without you.

Adrift in a big blue ocean.… Read the rest

The addiction is strong,

Want my hit,

Every time I open a window to his attention,

My heart hits the ground.

But it is dopamine,

Not love.

Not even attachment.

If he wanted to share his soul with me,

He would.… Read the rest

You never loved me,

Never loved me enough to share anything of yourself,

And so my world became gnarled and bitter.

No amount of pain would have inspired you to start to build,

A real connection.

And now it is gone.… Read the rest

A quiet dawning stillness,

He is gone.

There is no one else,

But his absence feels less like torn attachment,

And more like a space that opens up inside.

Feeling a little wiser,

He was my friend.

But the attachment wasn’t real,

It was addiction.… Read the rest