I wonder why I feel this thick weight sinking my joy into a sea of fear.
Pending destruction is near, creeping behind my calmed motion.
I fear
that if i love, it'll be stripped away
Drowned
Distorted
Left to decay.
I don't think I can feel that again...
So maybe that's why I feel so anxious.
Love too hard and it breaks the foundation, love too soft and it floats away...
I can't take this, is what I want to say...but I know I might not ever get my way.
I love hard, crush hard, feel hard emotions...a battle in my head filled with so much commotion.
A battle, a war between 100 of me, how...
I wonder why I feel so sick when I talk to him now.
The ship is strong, but the sailer is scared of waves
Be still my beating heart, for I need you to behave.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
Saw the petals falling, we watched them together
Said we'd fight for us, we'd always last forever
Understand
Understand
What is forever
Never ends
Never ends
With empty letters
Strolling through the path with sun kisses and good vibes
Losing sight of where to go, dotted and full lines
Understand
Understand
Could've been better
In the end
In the end
It's my endeavor
Looking in the mirror, multiplied, distorted
Seeing shades of me and demons, disappointed
None would win
None would win
And start over
All again
All again
But with a clover
Images scattered over the bed of rivers
Shifting memories that could've stayed forever
In the end
They all bend
Crumble and withered
Play pretend
Comprehend
Just don't get bitter
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
How come the crowd watches me but never shows it supports,
I scream and scream till reality just contorts,
But they muffle my voice with headphones and pretend everyone's happy...
Suffocated on isolation led to my tragedy.
Casualties happen when voices are left unheard.
Questioning impact because the water was shallow, and no one would say a word.
But they watch afar, partying together, is it our fault?
Wheeling in third, active insult, feels like an assault.
How can i exist in a crowd, and yet i still feel unheard...
Can I even do anything about it...?
Am I a puzzle piece that could fit...?
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
Underestimate the quaking of the words
Typed
Voiced
Or forever unheard
A silent hope can be broken and burned when the power possessed crushes it by the herd
Watch the flames fallen forward in a forest of words
And the plot of a story speeds into a swerve
shifting endings and results in a dive like birds
Ending in beak-first collisions next to a concrete curb
RIP motivation
when the crowd leaves you dry
Sometimes left in the dark pondering your reasons why
Wishing you had the spark that people liked, you cared less about awe
Only left to no surprise when you get drowned and nobody saw.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Don't take my heart's voice and make it your Starbucks review.
It may not be pretty, perfect, and cookie cutter constructed.
But I still feel something, and i'm sure you do too.
I'm not a dog and pony show.
I wish I felt it were true.
What's a poet to a writer?
Why are some valid and others not?
No reaction is a reaction after all.
But even alone, I must be a fighter.
I'm not a dog and pony show.
But I wonder if you'd ever know.
Because you choose our voices like you choose your candy.
You prefer what's sweet, and discard the sour.
My voice is a sweetart, what comes with it tingles.
Listen and react for it's story, not the speaker,
and you'll feel it deep inside your heart.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
I promise I can evolve
Please don't you go leaving
Have faith like you have your laws
Don't need to set a fee
I once thought I knew the sound
Of what love meant for me
To honestly be love bound
I just needed to see
There are many who will come
And many take for free
But none have reaped the full sum
Of the wealth, I could bring
I'm not cocky, I'm just one,
That has something to sing
And I have value to some,
But others, I just sting.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
I don't know love by the call
Not now, there're broken keys
I told him how hard I fall
He said he would catch me
I once knew not what I was
The value stored in me
My mouth is filled full with gauze
Talking just makes it bleed
The song just loops on around
Like life goes circling.
My guilt is hoping I'm found
But I'm just stuck with me.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
I'm naked.
No dead laughs.
No dry smiles.
No more forced inspiration or optimism.
It's just me.
With my flaws.
With my beauty marks.
And If I am nothing without my clothes.
I was never something when I pretended I wasn't underneath them.
so ive taken away the mask
ive pulled of that heavy coat and thick skin
ive washed my heart and washed it clean
Here i am;
im naked.
Am i still worthy?
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Patient poet, sing your heart
May some see or hear your spark
If they don't, at least you've sung
Release the stress for more to come
It never ends, that'd be a lie
So sing your heart, never be shy
But don't lose love, for those that pick
You may not be the favorite stick
But one day you may find yourself
A diamond under paint so thick
And dead some see you, a ghost in life
You'll come to be beyond the strife
So melodies your heart can bring
And in that will be perfect harmony.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
I am a forest green leaf upon a great big sequoia tree.
Gently streaming the air, hovering over the sea.
Wither I may in the sky as I go.
Silent decay as I swing and I flow.
Campaigning alone, call this journey a solo.
At the end of the day, there's no change on my show.
And the closer I get to sinking inside the sea.
The more I cease with life, but it's okay, I came from a sequoia tree.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC