i tried: poems from a lost soul

Series Special: Two Lost Souls are Better than One ft. Nryfthyj

The amazing @Nryfthyj has deigned to bless me with these micro-poems in the comments, so I decided to share them with you all because I'm a good commie and the people need to see this. (p.s. if there are any other readers apart from us two, give a little wave?) Enjoy~

I cannot talk to humans the way I write
so I chose the written side.
Once my thoughts shall be real
that's the way I can finally deal

the solution afraids me
the solution breaks me
the solution changes me,
us

a try is a win in another dimension

for after everything I've done
I cried for
there's nothing to stay
only to die for

we have a lifetime to create things,
though in the end,
we stand alone
and maybe it's just me
but if there's no light, no one
why should I be

he's changed his mind the way snow falls
you see it there, on your hand
but then it's gone like the offer once made

I'll always overthink the behaviour I hate, but it makes me

there are so many things we desire to learn
it won't get us to any point
we are useless cause knowledge is not power
only the ability to create more from it
let it grow

wouldn't it be nice if I were a god.
to create and let live.
give time and matter.
but that's a gift I can't give anyone nor myself.
only to give away

and if i were deep down,
I would only be alone
yet not lonely
cause never will I ever not be

I don't ever worry about about the landing
cause I can finally fly

yet yours is the feeling of a crushing wave you can't hear, only write

a thorned rose,
holding your love is hurting me
a thorned rose,
its colours all the shades of glee
what I cannot grasp, I cannot touch
only gaze at, don't ask for too much
yet I am lonely, yet I have you
but if we have nothing, so aren't we too?

I live for all the nights I died,
I make up for all the tears I cried
I live to see my soul break in its core
only to know, love will be nevermore

imagine
running away and walking right into a glass door,
but not to stop,
only to run through it and hear glass breaking,
see hands shaking, crushed shards skittering,
scarlet droplets dripping

it reads the way it feels,
and I would love it if I didn't hate it
for it's real

I wish I had known what love is.
To never say or pretend I feel.
When all I did was adapt.
When all I did was lose.

how shall I leave, when walking in circles and falling straight ahead was always the same?

Fall at night, fall at once,
In the rushing you advance.
You are still sinking,
and there will be no landing.
You never fell asleep.