Bedsheets envelop memories,
Of detrimental dire.
Darkness is so appealing!
To hide my open-fire.
...
I talk to the shadows
As old, wise friends
In my darkest hours
In my lust for mend
...
Light and dust filter into the empty music room.
Tension much,
Slicing the silence.
Views to the art department.
...
Hi, This is Phoenix. I'm a poetry-loving Brit who guiltily indulges in the works of Sylvia Plath, Maya Angelou and Emily Dickinson I know, very different! . The themes of my poems tend to be: music, sadness/ depression, stress/ anxiety, love, death, chaos and guilt. I often use recurring imagery such as the moon, colours and my personal favourite, shadows. I hope you enjoy my poetry! Please leave criticism for me, I am at the very start of my writing " career" .)
Days Spent Dreaming
Bedsheets envelop memories,
Of detrimental dire.
Darkness is so appealing!
To hide my open-fire.
I slip into the colours,
My conscience turns to leer
But why the decadence of reality,
When the world is quiet here?