I reach out

I grasp

And come up with just air

/

I search

I rummage

And find nothing is there

/

The closer I get the farther it gets

I reach out

You leave me on read

I search

And never find

/

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I feel the sun a glow upon my cheeks

I need it’s warmth

I want to reach out

To have nourishment from it

It teases me

as it hides behind clouds

I yearn for it

as the wind blows cold on my skin

I’ll chase the sun even though it’s out of my reach...

Perpetual homesickness

attaches to me like a spirit

I circle dark corridors

Stomp through debris

Search for the perfect shot

A thrill

Something to scare you

Scare you

out of my head...

I liked brussel sprouts once. Only once. But for some reason, whenever someone serves them I always take some, even though I never like them. It's like I'm chasing a memory that's always slightly out of reach; like reaching out to my reflection, only to be stopped by the glass....

Unobtainable, independent

And carefree. He wanders

Across the school corridors,

With a gaze both aloof and

Drifting, behind

His intelligent eyes.

He’s a shining star

In our institution of

Colourless space.

He’s a lustrous metal

Whilst we are tarnished.

He’s the admired

Out of all of us, useless.

A knowingly exaggerated smile

And an evidently forced laugh.

Never a crack in his perfection,

He ne...

The thrill of the chase,

Getting close enough to smell the aroma,

A fleeting embrace, like whispered nostalgia.

Always ahead, a step out of touch.

But just as the sweetness begins to unfurl,

It slips through my fingers, a vapor, a swirl.

Before it pulls back,

Happiness lingers, but never too much....

Only a few feet before

Not that much more

I can see you so clear

And I want to bring you near

But everything I try to grasp

Always turns into ash

You are right in front of me everyday

Yet the cost of reaching for you is something I can’t pay

I have to draw the curtains around me

Leaving you free

No matter how much my heart tries to disagree

I know in my head that you will be better without ...

I think my main problem was that I hated asking for help

Not just that I couldn’t ask

I just never wanted it

I wanted to figure out the world without help

Even if I knew I needed the help desperately

I just didn’t wanted it

People would always help me when I never needed it

But they would never notice when I did need help

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Taking a deep breath in and out

Closing my eyes to the cool water

Maybe this time, It will be deep enough

And it the right spot

Blinded by a primal dizziness I cannot

See the other side

I know it’s there

Don’t I?

My boiling blood cools to its

Usual itchy temperature

Two degrees too warm

Straining my bloodshot depelted eyes skyward

I beg

I crawl before no one

But here I am on the ground cr...

Can you hear my voice?

Is it one you’d follow?

Would it bring you peace?

Would it make you stay?

Can you feel my arms?

Wrapped around an old shell,

Of what felt like love,

But felt like none else.

Adorned in bright colours,

Thunderheads come, wash them out,

Now I dress in shadow,

Now I’ll blend in, no doubt.

I’ll look up at the sky,

I’ll wonder why?

I’ve got a thunderhead,

Following me around,

...