5 dollar t-shirts
There was a 5-dollar t-shirt
It looked so nice
Like other 5-dollar t-shirts
It did not disappoint
It told a great story
It then went in the washing machine
It told the same story
There was a 5 dollar t shirt
It looked so wrinkled
Like other 5 dollar t shirts
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
Nothing I do matters
I toil and toil away
But nothing I do matters
I am forever replaceable
Forever flawed
Forever scrutinized by society
I melt, fill a different mold
Yet the scrutiny continues
I melt again
Scrutiny persists
How many more times should I melt?
Fill a different mold
Before I surrender
To the unforgiving scrutiny?
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
There is a bright light
That which leads to a bike
An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light
I found myself reaching for it
Then there was thunder
Which was followed by rain
Heavy, threatning rain
I retreated
I felt defeated
The surrender and defeat, however could not withstand
My gravitation towards the bike
Then, there was raging thunder
And heavy, presistent protesting rain
As I reached for the bike
The rain became more enraged
But it could not withstand
My desire
My strong desire
To ride away
With the wind blowing in my face
I grabbed the bike
The rain ceased
And I rode and rode away
Away from the dark clouds
I splashed into the puddles as I peadled
I felt the sting of the water on my legs
There were many many puddles
Im my path there was a hill
A very steep hill
And I saw a light at the top
An enchanting, gravitating and inticing light
I peadled, peadled and peadled
My feet began to ache
My knees began to inflame
And sweat found home across my forehead
The bike laid almost still on the hill
Barely moving an inch
Yet my body felt like it had rode across the world
The gears were changed
Yet the distance was not
My control of the bike was lost
I rolled away, away and away
Backwards
I fell at the bottom of the hill with a thud
A loud thud of defeat
And bruises of failure
I blamed the rain
There was nothing I could've done
The rain stood in my way
Eliminated the friction
My ticket to the light
I laid there
Then I got up
Rode the bike up the hill
I fell again
And again I got up
And again I fell
And again I got up
And again I fell
Until the bright morning sun
Transformed into a blazing sunset
After many falls
After many bruises
I was again on the steep hill
Peadling, peadling and peadling
Until I saw the light
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC