Today I sit and think about words. They are hesitant.
I am at a deficit of emotions to harness and understand.
Other poets ring true and sound curious.
Is it so difficult? A plane sounds overhead. Maybe
passing my thoughts in those clouds, full of rain and
judgement. A bolt of lighting could strike at any moment
and threaten the serenity of which my mind hallucinates.
Opaque skies of grey
Wounded thoughts mix with raindrops.
A storm approaches
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
The times would
shift
and
break
to change bringing a
range
of emotions and feelings.
It was kind of
strange.
I had to
arrange
my
brain
to remove the
pain
for a
wave
of thought,
for a brief second
until my life was
naught.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
Loneliness
it feels misunderstood
i misunderstand it
when can we feel it? true loneliness?
when their hand stiffens and drops to the floor?
leaving us alone
in our thoughts
on earth
the final text in a rotting friendship?
if it ever truly was a friendship
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
My life has been hacked
Someone opened the encrypted file
And deleted
Everything
Now I am null
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
Why
do we hold on
to our thoughts and feelings
as if they're ours?
They come and go just like everybody. We only have ourselves.
Until we go
one day.
And I can't wait to be temporary
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:39 PM UTC
When you can't figure yourself out,
You try
To be
Anyone
But yourself
Just to be loved
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
I knew I had to do it now
My heart was shooting daggers at everyone again
You left but I went back wanting to die
(Should I have to go through this a second time?)
I was amazed I could make that decision myself
“I don’t feel uncomfortable . . . I don’t feel upset”
I said, staring out the window
Why did I think I was myself?
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC