Profound are they whose words hurt
Or heal and make us whole.
Ever lyrically stripping us bare
To reveal our deepest thoughts.
Sweet, the souls of rhyme.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
A leaf falls slowly to the ground,
Going round, round and round,
First, it was green, now it is brown,
Every leaf is like a tear,
Soft and gentle,
Falling from the tree,
As if it were crying,
As it's slowly dying.
Falling
Into the stream,
Taken down the river,
And away it goes,
A petal sits on the ground,
Red as the rose it fell from,
Each petal is like tissue,
Soft and kind to the touch,
Butterflies once landed on it,
But now insects crawl over it,
A summer breeze gently blows,
The petal is taken up to the clouds,
Away it goes,
A butterfly glides slowly around,
With that flapping sound
Searching for flowers,
Searching for nectar,
Gliding on the summer breeze,
Down to the river and the tear, like leaves,
Then up to the clouds and the tissue-like petals,
Then back to the flowers,
And away it goes.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
I can make you full of life, exhilarated,
Passionate and elated.
I can make you think you’re a god,
Think you know all the answers,
I can make you feel prodigious,
Feel beautiful, gorgeous, and unbeatable.
I will make you so spontaneous,
Take countless risks you cannot fathom.
I will make you irritated and insane
Furious with those whose pace is slower.
Then I will bring you crashing down,
Bring you plunging to the floor.
Smash your head and soul down.
I will make your thoughts crumble even
More,
Make them foggy and confused.
I can make you think you’re in hell,
Think you’ll never smile again.
I can make you feel subjacent
Feel self-hatred and resentment.
I can make you crawl on the floor until you
Drawl.
Drawl with a voice inside of you,
Telling you it can’t handle more.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
Hello me, I think we might be in trouble
Here.
Part of me is frightened, part of me has no
Fear.
I’m trying to see myself but I can't see
Clear.
Sometimes I wonder who’s that staring
Back at me in the mirror.
A nonstop battle with myself inside.
A raging war from which I can not hide.
Questioning and worrying about my own
Trivial insecurities.
A rattling of the gears and chains inside
How can I live up to your expectations
When I can't live up to my own?
I only hope I will see the perseverance I
Have shown.
I’ll keep winning by the skin of my teeth,
Grabbing with my claws.
What I wouldn't give, to eliminate my
Flaws.
It took me so long to be open
and honest with myself.
I was hoping it would free me from my
Mental prison cell.
I'm trying my damndest to like who I've become.
Thinking of the battles I’ve already won.
If I only focus on the past that I hate so much,
I’ll never have the future I want to love
My judgment of myself is raining hell
From above.
No self-pride here, just judgment and
Shame keeping me from being my best.’
I’ve got no time for second place, you want me
To beat the rest.
How do you expect me to live up to your expectations
when I can't live up to my own?
I only hope you’ll see the perseverance I
Have shown.
I’ve tried so **** hard to be the girl you
Want me to be.
But my constant worrying will never set me free
I try still as every day goes by to be
A better version of me
For you.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
It's one of those
Dismal days
I don't wish to leave
My space
Not even
To eat or
Drink anything
The worst part
Of those
Dismal days
Is nothing
Ever feels
Right or wrong
Or horrific
You turn
Sick of Repetitive
Pedals cycling
You
Fight suffocating hands
Who steal any
Sanity the mind
Has
Desperately
Salvaged
As you tell
The whole ****
World to
**** off
in
Spitballs
Of
Fire.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC