Poems from badazzle35
I write poetry in my spare time, usually when something clicks or catches my attention. Just whatever feels worth putting into words.
I see everything too clearly.
Their joy feels like a performance.
I try to speak, but my voice shatters their solace.
No one looks; no one...
I don’t know the exact moment I lost you.
Maybe it happened slowly.
Maybe I didn’t lose you.
Maybe I just kept walking, and one day...
I’m haunted by unscheduled sounds.
I’m haunted by uninvited thoughts.
I’m haunted by what could have been.
I’m haunted by what almost was....
I’m drawn to time loops like fingerprints on old glass.
I trace them, again and again, as if knowing the pattern might change the ending...
The kettle sang louder in those days,
steam moved like it had weight.
Light hung around longer.
It all passes now, and I let it.
Mornings...