sometimes i feel
i'm dreaming my present
as a concurrent memory;
fog of reality
a slight snow
bells ringing
i'm merely an observer,
an on looker of this life
supposedly mine.
vintage vinyls
video tape rewound
when did i start bawling?
these heavy bags i'm carrying,
a lavender grocery trip under eyes
these bags should have
been left at the airport
am i floating atop my tears?
a pane of glass between me
and my emotions
white lotus flowers
a smell of grins
a disconnection
when did i get here?
YOU ARE READING
-𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚 iii.
Poetryanother collection of poems from the heart. i hope, with every breath of me, that these inspire you, make you smile, or just make you feel something. thank you for reading. 𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚 𝙢...
