Pixelated Bliss: Third Dawn by ezybits, literature
Literature
Pixelated Bliss: Third Dawn
"Pixelated Bliss: Third Dawn"
By Ezra Miles
There are times
Times when I can’t come up with anything
I stare at a blank screen,
Wishing those words would fill the empty void
I sometimes wonder if it’s just a delusion
Or if what I feel is real
I wish you’d be here to help me think
And somehow go back to how things were
But I know it’s in my imagination
Or just a fond memory
I just reminisce,
Hoping to see your face.
Sometimes I’d fall asleep.
Nod off to an old memory
To a time you were still here
No one will know exactly what I think
Or feel deep down
I sometimes feel your ghostly touch
When I write and ponder
"Falling Stars"
By: Ezra Miles
Voices echo
Through the night
Soft and gentle
Like a cloud
Floating high
Gently brushing the stars
Above the sky
Love is much like that
Soft and gentle
Yet obscure
I wonder what it’s like
To kiss her lips
Hug her close
Or intertwine our fingers
One by one
These emotions
They render me speechless
Just like falling stars
Make me smile
"Follow You Down"
By: Ezra Miles
If you ever fall from the sky,
I’ll touch the sun
Just to follow you down.
It fades so slow,
Like a black hole.
Can you feel it slip?
I’ll dive in after you,
Becoming undone
Save you from this eternal abyss
If you lose your ground,
I’ll be there for you.
Just like every other time;
I’ll be right here.
"Carousel: Second Dawn"
By: Ezra Miles
Slowly,
Days and nights go by
Sometimes dreamless.
I lay awake,
Sleepless
Late nights
On a Carousel
I spin and hold tight,
Running at the speed of light
Until daylight.
With this endless feeling,
I long for the melody
On that old mixtape.
This dizzy madness
Bleeding through
I want to rewind
"Store Mannequin"
By: Ezra Alexander
People bumble around you, buzzing like bees.
It’s a mess in here yet you just sit there, tall and pretty.
A kid walks by, almost bumping into you.
You don’t move, do you?
Not even budge for the older man with a walker
I don’t even get a giggle when I remove your shirt.
You just stand there, motionless.
Your stare is empty, probably like your heart.
Quietly, I turn you around.
I’m done with you.
You can go stare at something else.
I’m not even sure why I talk to you.
Maybe it’s to pass the time.
It’s only 4pm, and my break is hours away.
I dress you
"Escape: Fifth Dawn"
By: Ezra Alexander
There was place I call my escape
Yet I feel it slowly disappearing
Watching and waiting for the next phase
Waiting for that change
My thoughts not my own anymore,
They drown into the eye of the storm.
This place I had imagined
Never thought I’d end up here,
Lost within these walls of doubt
People say nothing is never meant to be the same.
Paralyzed by chaos
It’s never over unless I fight.
"Why Do I Write?"
By: Ezra Alexander
I ask myself this everyday to the point I'm annoyed with myself.
My guess is cause I want to throw my thoughts down.
I kill my insanity to calm my dignity, or is it the other way around?
My thoughts provoke monologues between pride and lust, devotion and value.
Can you get anywhere with your inner self splattered like paint for anyone to see?
Feelings, thoughts- the suicide of the greatest ideas that roam the horizon--
all crammed into the back of your mind to remind you of your lost soul.
“Keep the door open,” it said. “Make it so you can see both ways.”
I would think I w
My skin is dried and cracked like a worn old map.
All the moisture inside long since evaporated,
at least I can no longer cry.
No blood is circulating through this desicrated heart.
I guess that I just flew too high,
in my search for the sun.
My eyes boiled and melted inside their sockets,
but I don't really mind.
It was awhile before then that I went blind.
Must have stared for too long while I day dreamed.
Fashioned a pair of wings out of the strangest of things,
words and promises.
And I made it so god damn far out of the atmosphere,
I knew it was still such a long way but it felt so near.
It shone with such an unnatural light that kept me