Eyelids so heavy from the weight of air,
Air that’s getting too heavy to breathe.
I swallow hard a lump in my throat,
And let my eyelids fall to meet my bottom lashes,
I expected peace but there was more chaos.
Continue reading “In My Dreams, It’s Sunny Again”
When the fog is so thick,
That it blinds you,
And you can’t see the path ahead,
Walk forward anyway.
It’s just gloom, not a Gate that blocks your way,
And what else is there to do
but walk?
We wish for the clouds to part,
And the sun to come out and warm the heart,
But a perfect sunny day never comes like that.
Gentle parting of the clouds gives luminescence of hope,
But not the illuminating fresh start.
As she walked with confident steps
Towards the life she wanted,
Looking poised and prepared to the world,
Her mind was cluttered with muddled thoughts.
A gradual qualm had taken over her,
Does the end always justify the means?
She visioned it happening differently,
And what if the life she wanted
Is not really the life that is good for her?
Everywhere I look
I see posters telling me
What I want, what I like,
Who I am and who I want to be.
Sometimes I look away,
Sometimes I buy into their story.
They talk about free will
Continue reading “Flying Inside A Box”
She tried to stay very still
She didn’t want to wake him up
But he did, as he felt his chest get wet.
He held her face up knowing what he would see,
Fat tears rolling down her already moist cheeks.
Her eyes looking down trying to hide the pain
For the pain makes one look weak they say
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The blank page kept staring at me
As my pen refused to move
And there it was again, the emptiness.
It’s a familiar sight, I see it every night
As my head touches the pillow
And I shut my eyes ,
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Poetry © Copyright 2016, Opinionated Head
Let me take the pressure off, Let’s just say that we will fail.
Let’s agree that love is a sham and happily ever after, a myth.
I have been hoping for a forever while you believe in transience,
I can’t say that I haven’t considered the possibility of you being right.
Continue reading “Break me good”
