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today is here today is here

glimpses of tomorrow

today fades away

depression is being

completely

under bed covers

all day long

with eyes open wide but

seeing nothing

without actually being in bed

all day long.

it's a goddamn shame

i'll never be happy enough

to get done what i should have

dreams fill the empty frames

i hang on my wall

a ball at the foot of my bed

a board hanging as a shelf

in order to be useful

dreams like cotton blown in the wind

dreams like plucked dandelions

dreams like a forgotten pet

loved wholeheartedly

then laid in the ground

who will hear your dreams

if you don't tell your brother

these secrets trench deep

in arrhythmic sleep.

when our ears wane

we will lose one another;

little fortunes lay dormant

which weren't meant to keep.

i've seen better days

but i don't remember them

i've walked a short distance

over a long period of time

in someone else's shoes

happy memories as an eyepatch

killing my depth perception

i was always sad

everything in front of me is

painting

a great desire

rises from deep to my surface

like a beached whale

sitting motionless without life

in glorious technicolor

the waves are

past dreams and

splash my whale occasionally

with little success

as i stare at a better version of me

in the back car window at night

floating in front of the

canopy of stars

a me unburdened my dreams

all he has to do is be observed

when looked at

something that is hard for me but

easy for him

welcome back

it hasn't been long

oh i thought you were better

than this

but you knew you weren't

and that stopped

you

will never stray from your cave

at the edge of your reality

hoping few strangers come peek

you'll die alone and

unknown unless you try

to survive aloud

an instrument can carry you a long

way unless you're too wasted

already in your ninth year

trying harder to be heard each year

& retreating further into the cave

& playing softer than before except when

you scream

finally

you learned how

mute bones.

that's all i am.

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