Come True//
Come true//
I tell you I hate the indoors
And you cage me in a room
I say I crave the sky
But you only let me out at night
I tell you how much I hate rituals
And you tell me to follow each by heart
I don't like conventional
Yet you are anything but radical
Each thing you do
Is either dictated
Preplanned or decided for you
My free will dies, eachtime I look at you
I try to walk paths I think will run parallel to yours
We never intersect and somehow that never bothered you
I tell you I don't believe in destinies
Yet we are destined to be doomed
I thought I could fight depression
But the biggest weight holding me from living is you
I say I would like to add flowers to the garden
You say you're out of time
So precious time that only counts for you
None for my pursuits
I can only breath borrowed air
I can only wear forgotten bruises
You say you love me
I don't think it is true
Love doesn't mean to be conformed
To your likings
It doesn't mean to put everyone else's happiness except ourselves
It doesn't mean nothing changes in your life
And I have to sacrifice
Everything till my time is due
In this lie of love I wait
Patiently for my reel to end
Make the final appearance
Let the curtains fall
Once and for all
And this pretend play
Ends at a high note
They will say
Oh they loved eachother so
It's true
But that's a thing about
Pathological liars
They make you believe
In happy endings
That never came true
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Distortion.
Waves crash me in your inner self,
Helpless, finding your angles,
your voice doesn't have a tune,
deeper than ocean blue,
your desperation hides under
waves of separation, compassion.
-t.f.s.
Henry James, from The Portrait of a Lady
I love you, no matter where you spend the night.
-iwlyfm
Reborn.
Feels so good to be reborn,
my room of art awaits me,
let the sunset shine on me,
let it paint me in warmth.
-t.f.s.
Pressure.
Whole deadly dim of glory
flows with dirty air of essence
deeper than thoughts,
surround my chest.
Where are those voices
who scatter our breath,
names falling down,
faces stay the same.
Flashing lights recall,
the depths of spirits
they stroke to dawn.
Losing part of faith,
magnificent gesture
breaks away the silence,
without a cloak,
darkness is dull.
-t.f.s.
— You don't need to follow something/ someone because they're pretty. Make yourself prettier than anything else.
“But you have to manage that , you have to learn how to be alive after dying again and again. The art of recovery is to want to be alive after plenty of deaths.”
there is no safe place
even night is bright as day
the hypocrite hides
the judge will be judged
live by the sword die by it
same amount weighed out
inside or outside
a reflection of the self
mirror images
©Johnny J P Lee
14 December 2023
Haiku: 5-7-5
Photos: J. P. Lee
Title.
My life? It has no title.
It has edges that I have
to break through.
-t.f.s
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