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Dustin Davies Poem
Perseverance is nothing
It's the fear of giving up
It feels so, so good to fail
So good, that the feeling creates more.
More than emotion,
Despite consistently being on top,
There's often little room to fall
To fall, to fail
To fall, to fail
I feel amazing
Copyright © Dustin Davies | Year Posted 2009
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Dustin Davies Poem
I have indeed,
Been flying completely blind
Only for a moment,
I have no idea where I've been
Who I have affected
How my hidden feelings have affected lives.
Too bad that no longer matters,
I see everything,
Everything that I want to see.
I'm done though, done for now.
I no longer decide what I want to see.
Every word spoken to me affects me,
It affects how I move,
Each and every step, more robotic and blane than the last.
Though my mind, often opaque, confusing and limitless,
Is bittersweet only to me.
I love it.
I explore it constantly.
I swim mass blue waves deep inside.
My thoughts become a being, A being that I often converse with,
Though it's far more lost than I'll ever know.
Copyright © Dustin Davies | Year Posted 2009
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Dustin Davies Poem
Sometimes I feel bad on purpose
I yearn to feel the angst and burn of depression
So much so that it changes my daily being
It contributes to my awakening being
When the morning dawns, I wipe my eyes
I smile, I begin the day
I can't wipe the smile away.
The most insufficient, fake smile.
The smile, more so it's what I'd rather feel
So I do
I do feel the happiness deeper than any feeling
Any other feeling that has ever consumed me.
Be happy
Be happier than anything
Even material things
And they feel nothing.
Copyright © Dustin Davies | Year Posted 2009
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