Daymare.

Hey guys!

The year seems to be flying by already.. It's amazing how fast time goes when you're having fun! I've constantly been putting off updating the site due to the workload from college and keeping up with social activities... and the exhaustion that's associated with both. Although, throughout it all, I can't switch off the poetry..

This next one is one of my rarer ones. It explores the darker side of me, in the corridors of my mind I rarely let anyone trail.

I had a problem. We all have problems, I know.. But this one was eating me, taking away my daytime hours, keeping me awake at night..crawling into my dreams, switching off the colours, and causing everything to go dark.

Darkness. That's the only real word powerful enough to explain the scenario on which this poem is based. I was living a lie, pretending everything was okay when the truth was, I was hurting.

I may have been grand but, emotionally, I was exhausted. The poem is based upon the psychological effects that pretending you're okay can cause a person. It taunts you, makes you question what's real and what's not. You become so afraid, your caution prevents opportunities.. It's not living, it's surviving. There is the pervasive use of colours and hues used within the poem, to pluralise the hope, the light at the end of the tunnel. Conquering fear, illuminating the darkness.

Good conquering evil.

But, sometimes it's difficult to admit defeat.. and that's one thing people struggle with. You can't hide from the truth. It's next to impossible.. Pretending is easy, until you're no longer pretending... Until it becomes you, and you forget who you are and what your initial goal was.

It's okay to not be okay, if there's anything I have learned. But someone is there for you, you just need to take a better look at the people who surround you.

I don't know if you'll enjoy this one, as it didn't spark a single person's interest on another site.. But, perhaps with a little background knowledge, you'll understand it better.

Thanks for reading! :)

Daymare

Moments are separated only by a mixture of hues.
Colours, spellbinding, fixating my mind on something else. Something new.
Bells ring out. The wind, it howls. The waves crash off the shore line.
The cold air creeps through the cold-bridge beneath my window, and slithers up my spine.
He said to hold onto these thoughts, these visions, and never doubt.
But, there's always a but, nothing stops there. That's what this is all about.
Something lurks behind all of those smiles, under that strength, that ability to stay calm.
It chases you, running around between those hues. Metaphoricalised. Causing the sweat in your palms.
And it haunts you in your day time. It robs you of your hours. Ones that could be spent in truth, but no.
You don't surrender up these thoughts. Why would you? They're doubts, they're lies. They are fear. That's why the hues still glow.
It pushes, and pushes you, until the hues are ceased of their beauty, leaving only that constant fear.
Fear, wilderness, stress. Your slumber is but comfortable. And once again you awaken from your nightmare.
It breaks into your hours and steals away your days. It conquers your rest. It darkens the hues, and leaves but light.
You twist and turn, you're struggling in the confined space in which you're in. Dark, small and tight.
The incandescence of light from the sky should illuminate the dark. I'm sick of the artificialness!
But I know for sure my words would only come out wrong if I confess..
I've decided to hide it away, the truth I mean. Although I know I shouldn't.
I know I could go on pretending forever. But, then again, I couldn't.

5th March 2015