Sep 7, 2014      Sep 7, 2014

Sometimes less is more,
When more threatens
To become too much.

#more   #overwhelmed   #less  
Emily D
Nov 4, 2014      Nov 6, 2014

Slip me in an envelope
seal me in safety
put a stamp on and,
address to anywhere
I don't want to know
And really do not care
as long as no one
Can see the inverted me.

This isn't a Hikku but each line either has 5 or 7 syllables.
Aug 26      Aug 27

I've become accustomed to it
"Oh the pain, THE AGONY"
I repeat to myself trying to make things seem,

well, better. But I'm only making it worse
Wasting time saying phrases in hope that stress will magically leave my body forever
Belittling my feelings, thoughts, and emotions
Why do I continue?
Continue to continue
Repeatedly putting myself in worrisome situations, knowing the outcome, but constantly trying to avoid the reality of it all

You would think that if I were driving on a road, noticing a hazard, I would swerve. But not me

What do I do?
Constantly continue to put myself in situations I know will be hard

And yet, I have become accustomed to this feeling of stress, tension , and an overwhelming conscience

But somehow, whenever it strikes, it feels as though it's the first time I've been affected.

#depression   #life   #pain   #anxiety   #hurt   #stress   #tired   #overwhelmed   #struggle   #rough  
Jun 28      Jun 28

it was pointless to love
like the captain of a drowning vessel
still turning hard to starboard
as he stared into the deep, blue night
and charted a new course home

the soul wells with poetic thoughts
but the mind no longer knows poetic word
and the fingers no longer have poetic purpose
just a small figure in a towering chamber
where every footstep echoes for hours
so there is not a cough, not a whisper
and those who pass through would say
that no one lives there,
at least not any more

Feb 7, 2014

kiss me harder
and we'll go down together
I swear I'm not going
because you're exactly what I needed
and you showed up the
looked away
I'm holding my breaths in
and imagining yours
your mouth
and everything I learn about you is a new
and you form constellations with ease
while I'm stuck stargazing
you are composed
and I am erratic
you don't see a difference
(I wish my words were as beautiful as you)

I can't handle you, girl,
as we go to town,
I can't
You're too much
Just too, too much for me
As I let out this breath all at once
in an exhalation of anxiety,
you ask if I'm okay
Yeah, girl,
I'm so much more than okay
I just wasn't prepared for this today

Emma Russell
Emma Russell
Oct 14, 2014      Oct 14, 2014

As I open the door

The cold engulfs me first
raising hairs on my neck, shivers down my spine, prickles on my scalp

Next the smell
so mild, pleasant, crisp. similar to rain or dew
my lungs take in this air for the first time

The light begins to peek over the mountains
clearing the fog, cutting away the dark

The quiet is both a comfort and an uneasiness
Only the earth under my feet whispers as I walk the dirt path

The lake unblemished, like a mirror for the sky to look upon
no wind, no waves, no life

standing there, absorbing the surroundings
I am the one to break the silence, to shatter the utopia
as I drop the pebble in the waters…

these ripples go on                                                              ­Forever

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