I've been in a rut.
Autumn Ann
Autumn Ann
Apr 28, 2014

I've been in a rut.

                                                                               I don't like this.

I've lost self respect.

                                                                               I can't recover.

I've broken my own heart.

                                                                              Will it ever end?

#life   #heart   #pain   #respect   #rut  
Coco Li
Coco Li
May 8, 2014

A sketchpad on your lap
then lines became alive
There are smudges on the edges
and coals on eraser.

It's very important
to keep eyes into the wild
to smell that juicy lemon
and to taste in everyone's mouth.

But the time came..

When it's hard to persist
that seeing everyone's mouth
asking what's beyond
You try to give colors
but nothing seems profound
You try to give emotions
but everyone looks numb.

You keep asking
if the contrast are right
or the colors are just dumb
are my feet left untracked?

#love   #depression   #life   #passion   #pain   #hope   #art   #you   #feel   #rut  
Doug Collins
Doug Collins
Aug 18, 2012

Everything is spewing
Out of you like frothy
Bearing nothing
And sparing taste

Fermenting and brewing
Through all of these
Yearning insignificance
And lacking grace

Red blotches
On my arm
All this harm
It's in my veins
I'm too deep
For you
This will end
You prove me

Mare Hamz
Mare Hamz
Apr 14

I will remain here
  In this broken state of mind
     Until tomorrow.

Jan 29, 2013

i can’t get my fingers to
move in such a way as to make
words, little ideas
that seem too much to be so
easy on paper,
so simple but evasive;
a dog chasing its tail

i’ve an appetite for genius
but no clear path

While I'm stuck in this rut
Nyx Ashling
Jul 23, 2013

Sometimes it feels like you were never here
Sometimes it feels like just yesterday that I told you it was over
That today I could just march over to yours and inform you of your abuse like a well practised debater

I know that you've moved on
While I'm stuck in this rut
The wheels spinning and spitting the same dirt from the same spot in this goddamn rut
The engines riddling the air with the same plaintive and helpless whine 
I don't know how to move on
I just keep hating you

I wrote this back in June when I was still struggling very hard to deal with my anger over my ex.
Sep 26

rises as it will to self-destruct in me,
a volcanic hill of curiosity,
and overwhelming fill of what I only see;
what I can't be.
while holding down the fort,
it's closing in on me.
I suffer from distress of what I only see,
and I will be.
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad.
Oh no,
I just want to run,
but anywhere I go,
it follows prints my feet will trough,
Oh hey,
take me far away.
I'm scratching at my soul,
"let me out
let me out,"
but I know
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad.
Bad as my enemies,
bad because I can't move.
Stuck in a cycle,
I tried so hard to refuse.
I'd run from their flaws,
escape to my peace,
if only the one in flaws and pieces
wasn't also me.
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad
as my enemies.

I wake up
and think
I have been
here so long
that I am
walking on
myself and
every idea
I have is
nothing but

I'd like
to leave,
but no desire
is simple
and we all
have to


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