iamdontis

[iamdontis]

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I find myself;

More often than I’d like,

In moments where the whole world no longer matters to me anymore.

I become completely unaware of my surroundings.

The sound of the crowds fade into white noise.

The movements in front of me isn’t even acknowledged.

My eyes stay open yet they see a memory

A vivid playback of moments that remind me of

Things better left forgotten

So I play them back in my head the way it should have happened

The way that would have made the most sense.

If only we weren’t human.

If only we didn’t react the way we do to the harsh words,

The ugly truths,

And the broken souls of others that reach out to rip you apart.

Original by ~ IamDontis

Photo by ~ Rachel J Russon on artstation

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[iamdontis]

How do you do it?

Look up at the worst eyes

Take in the worst words

Worst realities

And still

See

All that beauty

I want to see out of your bright eyes

How do you see the best in the people around you

And do it without a doubt in your heart

That the world is a good place

I want to see like that

I want to see the warmth in their hearts

Hidden away behind cold walls

How do you see the love and sacrifice

And ignore the violence

The cruelty

The unfairness of it all

How

Lend me your bright eye

So that I may truly smile

Truly love

Without doubt or mistrust in the men

The women

In my life.

Original by ~ IamDontis

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[iamdontis]

Half a friend

The piano keys dance and sing

Under the slight pressure of your finger tips.

I watch your back sway as you move up and down the instrument.

The smell of coffee fills the room

A fresh pot you made for us

When i arrived out of the rain

It’s been years

But we don’t talk much

Instead i sit and listen

I watch you play the piano

Melancholy then joy then warmth

Fills the room

The melodies bring me through a series of emotions

I wonder which ones are the ones you felt the most

Which ones felt the strongest.

But I don’t ask

I’m not the friend he talks to

I’m the friend that sits and listens to him play

But somehow I know all I need to know.

Just from sitting in that warm room

Listening to him play

Original by ~ IamDontis

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[iamdontis]

Devil on my shoulder

I walk through the shopping center

And stop when an old man with white hair and

A white beard

Waves me down.

He’s telling me something but

I don’t really listen because all I can focus on is

At first,

His english accent.

I always loved English accents.

He’s talking and talking and

Part of me appreciates that he

Wants?

The talk to me.

Not a lot of people stop to talk to strangers anymore.

I learn he used to be a teacher.

A dean.

A principal.

He once fired a lady for losing a kid three times.

I laughed.

He wouldn’t mind when the kids kissed in the hallways,

And would have to argue with the teachers

About whether or not is was ok.

He said « it was best to keep em’ in school because if they went home 

They would just fuck all day. »

He pardoned his French.

I laughed.

He smoothly mentions he’s divorced.

I think to myself,

It’s because he talks too much.

I feel guilty for that thought because I actually

Appreciate him.

He eventually leaves and says it was nice to meet me.

Although he didn't learn anything about me.

I learnt more about that man in twenty minutes,

Than I knew about my own father.

I scratch at the tip of my nose as I watched him

Waddle off.

And I think to myself,

Now I’m late for my movie.

Original by ~ IamDontis

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[iamdontis]

Barren

I know I am no more than a single grain of sand in the Sahara. I am as vital to the universe as said grain is to the dunes that stretch beyond ones mundane vision.

So why do I feel the push of the currents that once filled these lifeless miles?

I feel the vastness and weight that accompanied the millions of years that have passed since. I feel the loss of the life that used to surround the now empty silent space. I feel the weight of the life lost where I now stand.

Standing as tall as an ancient tree to the grains at my feet. I am a mighty being of science and spirit. Of matter and soul. Of physical and metaphysical.

Yet. I Am

As useless and disposable as the grain sticking to my lips. How does one find worth in oneself after understanding such a thing? Such a basic truth past one’s own delusional self worth?

Original by ~ IamDontis

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[iamdontis]

Submission

I like to be in control.

Yet falling into your world meant surrendering myself completely.

My head deep in a wet, drowning cloud,

You take in every inch of my naked body.

Deep into this dark melting world,

There are no secrets here as I would like.

Only slick flesh upon flesh and whispered words.

Your voice alone makes my soul shudder and my core weep.

My insides swirl and rumble like the dark sky above until thunder strikes in the distance and we

Snap.

I let go of it all and let you become all I know.

All I need.

All that matters.

There is no control yet

in this moment,

I am free.

Original by ~ IamDontis

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[iamdontis]

The scenery I shared with you

The smell of Chinese food.

The sound of rain tapping against the glass.

The sleeping cat on that failed drawing.

A pile of old and damaged books.

The shadows of blinds as the cars splash through the streets.

The smell of toxic paint thinners.

Smoke filling the air from the cigarettes we shared.

The music next door blending in with the soft sound of the rain hitting a billion surfaces.

My head is feeling hazy as I watch you dance in your laced underwear

With a drink in your hands.

I smile when you laugh at life,

At all the shadows you are facing.

Nights like these are what we live for.

Nights like these...

It was us.

Original by ~ IamDontis

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[iamdontis]

“It was only for a brilliant moment, but she saw the laughter and childlike vulnerability light up in his eyes. But then they darkened beneath the shadow of the mask and she wondered with sudden sorrow and a desperate smile, what happened?”

Original by ~ IamDontis

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