#jollyrazor

[jollyrazor]

My mind’s been buzzing with words

Laying out rhymes like it’s a puzzle

Arranging concepts as if it’s poetry

And finding beauty within the struggle.

Such a soothing feeling this is

Finally leaving the tunnel

Where my letters were imprisoned

And my expression became subtle.

I had no care in the world

Things stopped moving me

So I wore a numb texture

And it was fooling me.

I stopped believing in love

I thought of joy as a phase

Lost my way in search of feelings

But I was caught in a daze

A haze, a maze

A pitiful hole where I’ll start to decay.

I forgot how to be

I wore too many faces

I Lost my phrases

And The pages of my mind

Were filled with spaces

There were no traces

Of a human.

But my brain’s been haywire lately

It’s back to creating realms

And this time around

I’m not scared of what it tells.

— Brainstorm

[jollyrazor]

I’ve been avoiding the deep water

Worried what the unknown may hold

It might hold a chest of gold

Or a body frozen cold.

It may unveil secrets

no human has ever known

Such as mermaids being real

Or Atlantis having a throne.

It may hold an entire universe

But it could be void of life

A dark world down below

That doesn’t come with a guide.

I don’t know what to think

But I’m not afraid to dive deep

I’ve dealt with that fear already

And it’s time to take a leap.

To a world undiscovered

Where magic might be reality

A world full of wonders

That floats without gravity.

So it’s time to face the waves

Take a deep breath and start the dive

And once my oxygen runs low

Find a way to survive

To stay alive

Maybe find a magic potion

And be the first person to say

I have conquered the ocean.

— Ocean

[jollyrazor]

A heart full of songs

With melodies often violent

He keeps his eyes firmly shut

Praying he’d gain some silence

Gain some peace to dim the noise

Maybe find pieces of his tune

Picking apart each constellation

And playing catch-up with the moon

His eyes are locked on the prize

His heart ready to make a statement

About the chords within his soul

In a musical arrangement.

So he picks up a cello

Plays the strings of a guitar

Gives an instrument to every planet

And sells tickets to the stars

Oh what a cosmic gathering

All the cosmos are here listening

To a song so soothing

But often gets crippling

It pierces through the heart

Leaves a sense of non belonging

Reminds you of the times

You’ve been secretly longing

For a place to call your own

Instead of floating within space

Or a roof above your head

And the feeling of being safe.

But the stars are listening

You mustn’t look below

Just keep it all together

We need to wrap the show

So bring me the choir

Let them sing the epilogue

And lay this heart to rest

Without external monologue.

— Musical hearts

[jollyrazor]

Dear time,

You are such a bitch, not the female dog bitch, but the human form of it. I run from you but you seem to catch me every time, and It got me thinking that my clock is broken, except.. I don’t own a clock, or believe in you for that matter, you’re a human construct and I hate human made laws, just like I hate how your ticking feels like a fucking bomb that’s about to blow my face up and turn me into a skull with no skin to show my bruises, and I love my bruises. I hate how you always join the race, keeping me at a steady pace so I don’t ever win, so that I don’t ever reach the finish line, because once I do, you hit the hour mark, and you move it another yard or two, and now I’m stuck in this fucking loophole you call life, but I never signed up to be a marathon runner, and I sure as hell didn’t sign up in a race against the clock, literally against the clock, because that’s what you are, a circular track with three different endings, and I can’t attain any. So here I stand, and I give in to you, take my life away, you have won this fight. My legs give out.

Dear time, it’s over now, we don’t have to argue anymore.

A letter to time.