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Mahogany
The color of mahogany
Begins to drape my thoughts
Until it's all I can see.
The difference between
Fantasy and Reality
Is really only
The difference between
Open and closed eyes.
~ceramic-feelings
I can't sleep
Even in the darkest hours
My eyes lie bright and open
Not to be faltered by dreariness.
I go three nights,
Wide awake,
And silent during the most boring nights
Of my whole life.
And once again,
I lie awake at 7:14am on Tumblr
Complaining about my inability
To rest my thoughts
Because maybe they're overcoming me
And maybe i'm so consumed
That they wont let me go.
My thoughts won't complete,
And I can hear them cycling
All at once in my head.
I just lay here,
And my thoughts have become
So unfathomable.
I can't hear the words of my own thoughts,
I can only feel the colors.
Pink pouring out of my ears,
Yellow from my eyes,
Red throughout my fingers as I type.
My eyelids, relentless.
I have no purpose in sleep.
~ceramic-feelings
Flower Haikus
petals work as one
held together at the stem,
until they are picked.
.
.
Our love was a flower
he loved me, he loved me not
it was back and forth.
.
.
A single flower
In a feild of dead bushes
starts to shed petals.
.
.
Sharp petals like blades
Peirce through my ankles as I
Run through my garden.
.
.
- Ceramic-Feelings
haiku
the act to conjure
a haiku may take patience
and finger counting.