Vintage Fantasy Poetry Series — Alone Again

It’s late at night and I can’t seem to comprehend the pain I feel.
A pain I know I don’t deserve, yet it finds me as I am.
I reflect on this pain and see it’s a devise of my own making.
As though I knew this pain would be mine but chose…

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Vintage Fantasy Poetry Series — Vulnerable Realities.

The cosmic reality doesn’t align with my fantasy.
I wonder, wonder and wonder.
Why won’t you be where I want you to be?
Why won’t you love me although I don’t even talk to you?
Why would you fall in love them although I’m emotionally unavailable?
It hurts, hurts and hurts to see this reality.
Make numb my pain with an air of audacity.
I can’t believe this reality is mine out of all the multiverse.
A universe where knowledge can be a curse.
But here I see, see and see.
Yet not be seen by devise.
Do I want this reality to be mine?
No.
But it is the reality I get by, hardly.
Don’t mind me, I’ll be chewing on my many realities, pretending like this one doesn’t exist.

— Eluzai Zion.

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Vintage Fantasy Poetry Series — Daily Fears

Three times I awake at night.
In deep thoughts my brain oscillates.
Three times I stare at the clock.
It stares back into the oblivion of the night.
Three times I check my phone,
“Maybe they texted back?”
No. Just no.
Three times I lie to myself.
“they care about you, maybe they’re busy”.
For all I know, I care less about me.
Three times the rooster crows.
And I panic, have I been betrayed? Or am I too late?
Three times my heart accelerates,
Once for the ghoul in the corner,
Once for the ghost of past lovers
Once for the fear of the future.
Three times I assure my reality.
There’s no ghoul or ghost.
And certainly no fear for a future not known.
Three times I awake, thankful that at least I can awake.

— Eluzai Zion.

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Vintage Fantasy Poetry Series — This could have been us.

This could have been us.
Not a day goes by where I don’t think of it.
The hypotheticals and the hyperbole.
A question lingers in my thoughts, “what if?”.
This could have been us.
The promises we made to each other in the chasm of our “eternal” love.
The hope of growing old together has all…

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Vintage Fantasy Poetry series — Roaring

The tumultuous waters roars at the slightest displeasure.
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Deep below in the ocean, wear tears of past lovers submerge the care of the present?
The caves of mountains where anxiety reigns supreme?
High up in the air, beyond the reach of our grandest dreams?
“Till Death do us apart” except Death doesn’t care.
He’s just a regular guy who’s tired of being blamed.
The tentacles of my love for you caused you to suffocate, regurgitate and dissipate.
If only, we could try this all over again, I would happily participate.

— Eluzai Zion.

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Night Sky

The night sky over this dystopian earth,
Gazes through the eyes of the astral plane.
I wander about the galaxy’s many dreams,
Only to conclude that I am but a blip in the sky,
A mere transitional element,
That journeys on this starry night,
Charting a course that reality withdraws .

  • by Eluzai Zion.

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