Depression overwhelms me in the most foulest of ways.
Even now I continue to lay in my bed for days.
I feel all the weight of my current and past lives are on my chest.
Yet even now, I cannot fathom how this, to me, is a pest.
A pest, or should I say a shadow?
A shadow that can only give pain, which is all it has ever known.
As the shadow has always been there from the beginning with me.
Although through infancy I felt hardly a presence.
And now, it feels as if the presence has manifested a physical form.
Am I this shadow? That I cannot tell.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
I met the girl I wrote the poem about.
She was absolutely more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
Gorgeous she is, my heart was ready to shout.
However, I felt so tortured and my mind was maddened.
Not at the fact the event had happened in a tea shop,
But because I could did not have that guts to ask for her number.
As tormenting it was, she did give a name that she goes by.
Oh, that's right, I have not explained the incident!
I was on a duty and that was to quench a thirst of tea.
As I had walked into the shop, it was not dissonant.
I looked around in the shop, I then saw thee.
She was sitting down at a table alone at the time.
I, however, do not possess such a courage to give her company.
As pity it was, I went ahead and order the drink.
Oddly enough, the shop was empty.
with the exception of the workers, as well as her and I.
With that, there was no line so I walked to the cashier in a hefty
Manner. I ask the cashier, "what is the most exotic drink that can please the eye?"
and the cashier did not respond, or should I say I could not hear her words.
Her voice was rather quiet and hard to understand.
it was rather irritating but I kept my cool.
I had ordered two drinks for some friends.
But I had hit a stump without knowing what to get myself.
Then she gets in the non-existent line and bends
To see why I was struggling. My mind was busted for thinking what to get itself.
But when I took noticed of her I had flustered and apologized.
I told her, " I want to try something exotic could you please help me?"
She kind of laughed, and proceeded to help me.
And she did help me, I felt like I was in the way of her presence.
Even though she most likely didn't feel that, I did for I felt like I was holding up a line that felt like it was leading to the outside door.
But eventually, we both had got our drinks and sat at a window seat with the sun's essence.
Of course I tried to make conversation, but I think I failed very poor
Like. Her friend did show up, and I felt like I should make haste
And so I left.
Within the conversation she did give me a name, and the name she calls herself is "Shay."
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
O’ midnight moon, how ever do you gleam?
Never a melancholic sight does it ever seem.
Always looking down at me from afar,
While I sit on the mountain next to my car.
Your beauty is unrivaled from what I know of.
Yet, you’re all so alone in that blackness in the skies.
O’ midnight moon, why are you ever in such a somber state?
I wonder, while on this lonely night, if I can comfort you in this rate.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
The ocean crashes,
Like tears on my skin
Hitting the ground.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
I dream about the day of meet you
In a café, ordering a beverage of sorts.
Sitting across me, with her own virtu
Pouring her persona like a ravishing resort.
In a scenic beach as beautiful as her eyes
And clouds as soft as her cheeks.
To meet her not by purpose, but an accident
That may seem so far fetched it’s hysterical
In a funny sense. Being in this involvement
That had happened between this blissful
Yet funny event is the best thing to come.
Even though this is simply a dream.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:10 PM UTC