By Ceejay :)

Poetry Prompt Response

What has happened to inspiration?
It left me, locked behind your eyes.

Why does every touch lack sensation?
Your departure caused my nerves to die.

Where can my frailties hide?
No longer under your patchwork of lies.

When will I end emotional recession?
When I know why you had to leave.

How can I kick this suffocating depression?
Maybe after you extend an apology.

Cone Cells

Sunshine plays at the delicate
edges of red rosebud petals,
and light dances on countless
ripples in aquamarine lakes.
Blue eyes of an infant- so innocent-
shine like clear wading pools,
while rolling green hills stand with
composure that will not shake.
Still, my corrupted human mind
acknowledges no such beauty,
as black and white will remain
the only colors seen by me.
I have limited myself with
assistance from the Earthly race
to ignore all these brilliant hues,
leaving monochromy in their place.
As one who longs for understanding,
at the least, I wish I could say,
that somehow I were still able
to view proverbial shades of gray.

The pills don’t help…

To eradicate
toxins from my poison mind,
I must forget you.

“Time” haiku pairing

Leaves will fall and
flowers grow pretty and tall
as time passes by.

Time has the power
to change much; but it will
never make you mine.

I know now that Beauty is the hand-puppet of Deception,

with the premise that one’s soul matches their reflection.

5150

The umbra of insanity
clings to my innermost being.
Adaption has become obsolete,
I must learn a new technique.
Lucidity continues to abate
and food refuses to satiate.
My orison will remain unheard
as musings become more absurd.
How terribly awful it is, I find,
to lose my presence of mind.

Thoughts

These dark thoughts running rampant in my psyche
call out like old friends across a torrential sea.

Calming thoughts weakly attempt to erase what I did
telling me I deserve to live a life, joyous and placid.

Loving thoughts remind me of being all alone,
suggest I would never have made it on my own.

Auditory thoughts of voices I don’t recognize,
alert me to the demons dwelling deep inside.

Hateful thoughts remind me who I’ve truely been
and cast a forceful light onto my once buried sin.

Wishful thoughts of who I wanted to be
cause my soul to feel empty, entirely.

Unstoppable thoughts of a vivid and impending suicide,
whisper “it would be best to end such a pathetic life.

Love?

He is the reason I smile
and the cause for my tears.
We have had only moments,
but it has felt like years.
He heals my wounds,
while causing my pain.
The way he drives me crazy,
is what’s keeping me sane.
I appreciate his honesty,
woven into his lies.
He gazes at my face,
but never into my eyes.
Oh, Mr. Seemingly Perfect,
if only I could be flawless, too,
maybe then you would believe
that I really am worthy of you.

Hope You Are Sincere

I lucubrate endlessly
over your voice, your smile,
only you make these hours
spent scribbling worth while.

It is out of character,
as I am not usually one,
to display human grandeur
or write verses dripping love;

But you changed my mind,
when you discovered honesty,
so now, here I am waiting,
once again, for you to fall for me.