The squeaky wheel got the grease
Was there no grease to spare?
All I wanted was to be a good little wheel
I learned to grease myself
With food Like I saw you do
To run from my emotions Like I saw you do
To mistrust others Like I saw you do
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 1:07 PM UTC
Self sufficiency is earned
Not by talent or skill
But realizing that others
Don't care to fulfill
Your needs or desires
Or their end of the deal.
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:28 PM UTC
Like a game of dodge ball
I am picked last
Or at times not at all.
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:23 PM UTC
Doubts and fears control me
Like termites
They eat away at my heartwood
Unseen
The bark of my soul
Pristine
Outwardly fine
No visible scars
They're all inside me
An oak I stand
Belying the frailty of my soul
Structurally unsound
Ready to fall
At a single word
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:19 PM UTC
Hearts beating at different paces.
One flame growing brighter the other flickered and died
The dissonance of desire
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:13 PM UTC
Tired and lonely, Safe in my Bed
Tomorrow’s a new day
Filled with hope and with dread
The memory of joy
At the sound of her Text
The reality of how I’ll never hear it again
The hope that one day I’ll crave a new sound
That next time the spark will not sputter and die
Like a flame snuffed out, a beautiful lie
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
Choose me
You never did
When time was spent
You didn't choose me
When love was shown
You didn't chose me
When pain was soothed
You didn't choose me
The squeaky wheel got the grease
Was there no grease to spare?
All I wanted was to be a good little wheel
That helped by never being needy
Never being greedy
I learned to grease myself
With food
Like I saw you do
To run from my emotions
Like I saw you do
Terrified you'd leave again
If I told you the truth.
That you'd run away from me
If I shared my hurt
That it'd be my fault this time
That I'd become the straw that broke your back
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 12:57 AM UTC
Be quiet
Don't fidget
Don't waste their time
Don't tell them your problems
Don't tell them your hurts
If you tell them your problems
Their brokenness will be your fault!
Surrounded by birds
Was I the cage?
Be quiet don't fidget, don't overwhelm them
Don't open your heart or they'll fly away
Don't be needy or greedy, just go to your room
They're busy with others, there's no time for you
They have too many problems to talk about yours
If you tell them the truth they will break and leave you
Stay silent,
Don't whisper,
If they need you they'll tell you
But they never did
You're useless and ugly
If anyone needs you they'll tell you
But they never will
You're useless and ugly
Just hide in your heart
This feeling of pain
A dam of sorrow ready to burst
Be quiet,
Don't fidget
Don't waste their time.
If you tell them your problems
Their brokenness will be your fault!
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 12:51 AM UTC
Your heart is light and full of purpose
Trembling with hope and life
Believing a beautiful lie
Lenses of optimism obscuring signs
Seeing meaning in a look or glance
Thrilled by a phantom
This ghost haunts your memories
Once reality slams it's heavy gavel
The past rewritten
Truth sets free the specter
Unshackles the memories from their hopeful cage
But like Bitter medicine they linger
Hearts beating at different paces.
One flame growing brighter the other flickered and died
The dissonance of desire
Looks deemed precious
Shatter like glass
Beneath the weight of retrospection
Optimism unveiled as wishful thinking
Signs once ignored spring with life
Blossoming to painful thistles of shame.
Who were you talking with?
Them? Or a fiction created by your own mind
Grieving a ghost that never existed
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 12:35 AM UTC
America the land of the free
That never was
But someday hope to be
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC