The same feeling building up againMy head spinning from its wakeReborn to steal my peaceLight headed patterns trace me. Silent I wait to rid this spellToo many times I have lost beforeMake another cup of tea insteadOld patterns long since pastOld cycles that don't last.Hazy words distract meFrom feeling more than my past.
Author: Melissa Stein
I focus on writing poems. Short Stories. Working on my debut novel (W).
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The space between
It's you i see all the timeYour face imprinted on my mindYour words flood me to my coreYour smile captures my entire soul The space between our worlds it seemsHas kept us within view but not within reach.Me grounded to the seas. You swimming in the galaxies.Somewhere in the middle we must meetI created the … Continue reading The space between
Night Walks
Always on my mindIt comes full circleLike the moon that hangs above my head.Stars shining through a velvet blue sky.These night walks always has you on my mind.Not a thought can deny.Seeing you in all that I pass byA collected memory of another time.Long since haunted me of thoughts of you.How i wish you only … Continue reading Night Walks
The Attic
A place where things are storedFar from mindCollected memories covered in dustLeft behindLittle treasures hidden in the darkOver timeThe attic holds on to things we wish to not let go of at this time. Half way in and half way outNo able to let go but not willing to hold on either.So the attic it … Continue reading The Attic
Lost & Found
A familiar faceA distant soundSearching for youAre you lost orCan you be found? Everything leads back to youLittle signs disguised as clues.Not making sense at this timeI'm not sure what I'm suppose to do. Distant sirens are calling me outSwimming in a galaxy with youCan all this be really true?Things that were once lost have … Continue reading Lost & Found
A change in the winds
The dust no longer settlesAs the winds begin to changeNo more stagnant energyNo more delays The old swept away and cast adrift The old thought patterns and viewsCarried out to seaSo far from viewSo out of reach A change in the windsHas come over meReplacing my perspectiveLike the renewal of spring. I shed my old leavesThat … Continue reading A change in the winds
