I was born into this world with a disadvantage
A weakness so catastrophic
That it can desecrate my entire well-being
Some call it a rare gift
But to those who share this curse
We are far from being lucky
For this void in my chest yearns to feel
The same sort of hope and encouragement
That I give willingly to the unappreciative mass
I am the white blood cell that fights your infection
The diary that hears your trials and tribulations
Yet you, so unworthy of this grace
Have no idea the pain that piles on me
For the more this compassionate heart helps
The deeper this hole is dug
And laying at the bottom of this hollowed out earth
Is a man who knows what he gives to others
Can never be given to himself
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
Gracefully sliding down your silver skin
It leaves a waste of blackness
That zig zags like a corn maze
A flame sets you into motion
Giving off your sought after euphoria
Our bond is one not saught after
Yet its a connection I yearned for
Nights spent on the bathroom floor
With desperation and a fiendish itch
You were there as my comfort
With tears in my eyes and a stain on my pride
We floated off into a temporary retreat
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Trust is often given and earned
Though you can be born into it
For blood runs deep and through blood
That cable is firmly anchored
Family can often break that trust
But never sever it entirely
For we hold so dearly to our hearts
The hope of never breaking the foundation
Of what keeps our families together
But I have witnessed the thunderous snap
The devastating shockwave
Sent from the rupture of steel
I have heard the echoes of a thousand memories
Shatter across the floor like glass
That cable that we so helplessly believed in
Was ripped apart in absolute calamity
And it will never be fixed
For these wounds of shrapnel have pierced
The depths of our calloused hearts
And you can spend an eternity mending the wounds
But they will never erase the scars left by your actions
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Can you hear the trees sing
In this October breeze?
Can you see the dance
Of the wooden giants
In their dance hall glade?
Come lay witness to
The shedding of the leaves
Under this blanket
Of overcast skies
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
We are often seeking recognition
Some, more than others, crave it
Like an addict itching for their next dose
We do everything to achieve that feeling
Rewiring our individuality to follow social norms
All for the slightest boost of self esteem
But this addiction of ours is a curse
Its veil hides you from your real self
Locking it up in a cage for none to see
But you know it's there hiding in the dark
You're too afraid to bring it to light
For your fear of loneliness keeps it silenced
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
I have changed, have you?
You hold my past against me
Can you let it go?
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
This mountain of ours
Stands viciously before me
I am always climbing
Never getting higher
My grip often slips
And I slide back down
Often I'll find tools
And with them I soar
Though these tools break
Putting me at square one again
This mountain of ours
Claims victims every day
Some hollow out a home
Refusing to climb higher
Others have fallen completely
And have lost their way
There is no easy path
To reach this apex
An eternal struggle
That you must never give up on
This mountain of ours
Some days are easier than others
But those days are few and far between
For this journey is a challenge
And not a single person has it easy
We're all struggling
Though some seem better off
Don't be envious because
You'll never know the difficulties
They faced on this mountain of ours
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Your eyes hold a mysterious power
They can fill me with joy
Or they can break me down
They can express your love
Or they can imprint your disdain
But these eyes I love dearly
As they fill me with peace
For they can lift me up
When I've hit my lowest
I hope to God I'll never go blind
For your eyes are my light
And in my darkness they shine
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
This bucket of mine
Has become a curse
I add to the pile
And it adds a verse
I keep it hidden
And tucked away
But its made apparent
Each and every day
I add to this bucket
And the weight piles on
This facade grows heavy
Tearing down my con
I fill this bucket
Up to the top
And when its full
It proceeds to pop
I cry and I scream
As I make ammends
This bucket of mine
That I cant show to my friends
I've grown up now
But my bucket has not
It wears its cracks
From the battles I've fought
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Apprehension clings like a leech
Forcing me to watch my words and actions
Im tirelessly stuck second guessing myself
"Will this be the straw that
Breaks the camels back?"
I miss when things were normal
But normal was lost overseas
Blind rage and helpless depression
All silently suffered
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC