Unconscious- Sacora George

I can still smell your faint breathing as you
inhale
&
exhale your dragon like breath in your dainty room,
watching the dust particles glistens in the still air.
as daybreak creeps in through the blinds ,
like an unwanted reminder of who i wanted to be at this age,
every little follicle i imagine will be traveling through my nostril hairs at some point of time,
which terrifies more than the monsters under my bed ,
so i hold my breathe and let you digest the staleness instead..
this is something I find myself doing quite often lately ,
letting you ingest the filth that i am conscious of ,
while you slumber,
you cannot fathom the disturbing things that you’ve consumed while in this unknown dimension ,
it wouldn’t matter if I described it to you anyway ,
you rather be asleep than aware,

p.s please wake up.

Sacora George

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Artist: Unknown

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Letters to Myself

A part of me
spills with the ink.
Bleeding,
beneath the thin sheets,
with lines creasing my feelings
that burns with time and silence,
of each period that represents
my past experiences..
A part of me
wants to feel
the lines creasing the sheets,
A part of me
bleeds like spilling ink,
A part of me
just wants to burn
with the smokes of memories
going up in ashes..

©AKD

Sex Drive

Driving my
mental in different places,
Bad trips on
bad trips to escape in,
with the space that she
created,
with two hearts racing
was like mixing chill vibes
and frustrations
But what’s relation
when you “ship” titles
without defining minds
crossing bodies.?
Caught on feelings
thinking love was spiritual..
But lust will rush you
into thinking..
Let that sink in..
Got you drinking..
because those bad trips
got you escaping..
with the space that she created…
with two hearts racing,
was like mixing chill vibes and frustrations..

©AKD

 

 

Artist: Unknown

Back To My Old Ways

Caught between
change and
my toxic ways,
Persuading my brain
that the pain
will bring change
but was it for the better?
I wonder if it was
worth the effort..
Maybe the sacrfice
didn’t measure
with the life that I wanted
So instead I’m caught up
with the empty promises
and life has a funny
way of showing you
dead leaves and broken bottles.
I guess I over-bottled
and the feelings
couldn’t handle
the pressure.
Caught between the pressure
to keep going
but my toxic ways
keeps persuading my brain
that the pain
will bring change
but was it for the better?
Was it worth the effort?
©AKD

No Closure

Don’t hold on

to your worst parts.
Sometimes reality
hits when you realize
they’re gone,
You’re staying strong
for the sake of not moving on
You’re like a dark cloud in
night time,
Pouring down with memories
of bad times,
you want the good, but they’re gone..
And now, you’re gone.
But what’s wrong with
moving on?
Don’t hold on
to your goodbye’s
Night time is transition to
sunrise
You’re staying strong
for the sake of not moving on
Reality hits when you realize
they’re gone.
Move on.
©AKD

Indifferent

Feelings was mutual,
I guess this is
how we’re ending the usual.
It’s unusual that I’m
caught up with my head,
and my heart walking straight
to the exit.
I didn’t mean for the indifference
but what was mission?
What was I missing?
Maybe I’m tripping
by tripping on feelings..

I guess this is indifference..
I realize I wasn’t in this
in full commitment.

Feelings was mutual
I guess, this is
how we’re ending the usual.
It’s unusual that I’m caught up
with my head,
and my heart walking straight to the exit..
but I got the message.

©AKD