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  
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.
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
4 days ago

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

of being stuck in my head. I'm in a rut because in my mind
gun shot

dreaming about a group I don't belong to,
scared that i'm not exploring anything outside
the world between my fingers and that I don't
know anything more than the back of my own palms
and that I'll never know the feeling of it  again
of sharing a word from word

afraid that the line ends here, and that I'll only feel
the pressure of the existence rather than merge with
them, rather than enjoy them, rather than love them  

I try to capture a moment with a snapshot
but can't appreciate the light that enters the lense
instead I feel sad that I can merge with all things outside of me
afraid that I have to live in this body, terrified
of being stuck in my head. I'm in a rut because in my mind
I am wad gum stuck to the back of other peoples shoes
while they try to scrape me off.

why am I always dreaming about things
that I don't have, why am I always waking up
in false hope that it's a sign of change, and when
the sun rises and when the day begins I am a slow
moving barrel and my life only exists like a film strip
in front of my eyes, playing the same scenes over and over and over...

I'm afraid that I'll never get to feel what they
and experience what they experience
that I am here on earth to be put on a standstill behind
invisible glass, only as an observer; nonetheless as a human
being born to exist.

Kevin Triolo
Kevin Triolo
Dec 9, 2012

It starts slowly
with a thread
pulling out
like clumps of hair
from a frazzled scalp
aching through
bones hot
with chemicals chemicals
piercing in
screaming blood
streams trickling down.

© 2012

Alex L
Alex L
Apr 15, 2013

Just rolling along,
spinning my wheels.

Is this all there is here,
is there any more?

I just wish I knew,
where to go,
who to see,
what to do,
to find that one thing
to keep my hopes alive.

Just rolling along,
spinning my wheels.

What else is out there,
is this all that's real?

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