They grow louder
And louder
As the day goes on
But at the
Beginning of the day
They are but
Whispers.
They won’t go
Away
They won’t quiet
But that’s okay
Because even
Though they
May scream
They do stop.
Eventually.
There are days
When they don’t
Say anything.
There are days when
They scream
They don’t say anything
They just scream
****** ******
Those days
Are the worst.
I can’t hear my own thoughts
I can’t see the hurt around me
It feels like I am in an empty shell
And I can’t escape it
When those days happen
I don’t have a smile on my face..
I can’t have a smile on those days
It *****
The better days
Are the quiet ones.
The ones where
My smiles are real
They are but whispers in my head
I can think
I can feel
I can listen to problems.
Not all days are those though.
Most days are empty
And to hide the empty
I hide behind
False happiness.
I have tried to stop before.
It failed..
But I will try
Until there is no
Breath left in my lungs.
They can’t stop me
They won’t stop me
I won’t let them!
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 9:33 AM UTC
Imagination
Imagination is a rainbow unicorn
Running across the ocean
Toward a ship
A ship with a large dark sail
With a skull and crossbones
On the ship a captain orders his mates around.
Down below the deck is a group of deck hands
Plotting to overthrow the captain
A cannon goes off
Shooting a hole into the bottom of the ship
As the ship starts to sink
A narwhale swims by quickly
Being chased by something much bigger
Imagination is the expanse of space
The emptiness around our small planet
Wondering what might be beyond that emptiness
Imagination is the ability to take
A shape or a letter and turn it into something
Pleasing to the eye
The ability turn a circle into a moon
Above a dark mountain range
Reflected in a still dark lake
The stars sparkle around the moon creating
A calming scenery.
Imagination is the ability to
Turn a simple three sided polygon
Into a volcano
an angry volcano quaking and building up gas
When suddenly with a boom
The volcano has met its limit
The top is blown off
Bright orange magma
Spills out of the opening
Rolling down the sides of the mountain
Like giant red tears
Raining down onto the empty village below.
Imagination is the ability
To take a mercifully straight line
And make it a road
On which a car rides
In the car a family sits
Smiles go all around
Christmas songs are sung at the top of lungs
A tree strapped to the top of the car
Presents are wrapped in the back
Children bounce in their seats with excitement
Excitement over the coming holiday
Imagination is a cloud
A cloud shaped like a small fish
Under which a rainbow stretches
A pink fluffy bunny bounces past a candy cottage
A unicorn grazes gracefully nearby
A field of rainbow flowers stretch over the hills
A crystal forest grows by a chocolate river.
Imagination is endless
Imagination is anything and everything
Imagination.
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC
Its... it’s like an adrenaline rush,
like you get from say bungee jumping
or when you ride a super fast roller coaster,
but mixed with a kind of high?
and it makes my heart race and my knees feel weak,
but at the same time I feel like I can run 40 miles,
all topped with that butterflies in your stomach kind of feeling,
like you get when you look over the side of say the Hoover Dam?
it’s a great amazing feeling.
I also feel like nothing the world can hurt me
cause I am protected.
I also get a feeling, like,
if you can imagine what it would be like to be a wolf
running with your pack feeling like you belong,
the wind in your fur and the grass or gravel under your paws,
the sound of your packmates' paws hitting the ground,
your heart racing, your senses magnified,
and just the feeling of freedom and belonging and the running feeling,
and if you can imagine
like a bird in flight kind of feeling,
or you as a wolf howling at the moon kind of feeling.
Like you were meant to do the thing you are doing,
like you were born for that thing.
Also with the deep feeling of just grateful
and full of love and just surrounded by that warm fuzzy feeling you get.
Usually my mind is also super clear like when you are talking
I can barely hear the world around me,
The Voices are quiet
and the voices around us are very fuzzy and blurry sounding.
If any of that makes any sense at all.
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 7:33 PM UTC
So when you’re feeling down and low,
I'll be with you in comatose.
I will be you light to see in the dark
And your boat to float on the ocean.
No matter how far or near I might be
I can stay your knight in shining armor
Waiting to rescue the maiden in distress
When called upon.
And at night, I'll be your only friend
The one to keep you from that ****** end.
I'll be there forever and always
Waiting until you fall
To catch you quicker
Then death does.
And though it might seem that miles and miles are between us
Just remember that you and I
Can never be separated.
I am here for you.
Forever and always,
I have your shoulder to cry on
and you hand to hold.
I hope you can see this through
the door to my soul.
My eyes give me away so often
Because my heart burns so brightly
For you, my love.
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 1:03 AM UTC
I used to write so much
Sometimes my hand would start to hurt
Now I just haven't
As I have gotten older
It feels like the words don't flow as easy as they once did
I used to do art all the time
So many creations that would be brought into the world
Now I just haven't
The colors and lines have just started to dull and blur
The shine that all of my favorite things once had
Doesn't glimmer anymore
Somedays I barely want to do anything
Other days I have the energy to be creative
Yet my mind stays blank and empty
I wish I could write and draw like I used to
But I just Haven't
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:51 AM UTC