Not one to spill
***** the cap on more tightly
Not one to share
Close the books and bind it shut
Not one to show weakness
A well of positivity must not dry out
Don't show, don't tell, toxic thoughts grow on delicate vines
It's fine. It's fine.
I will be ok. I'm ok.
A roundabout way to comfort myself. but it's the most I can do. as I watch a joyful conversation.
Will I be forgotten?
If I say nothing will I never be noticed?
Am I truly valued among these people?
Stupid, silly, baseless thoughts. I know it's not true. I know that's what they think. but I can't help it.
These thoughts fester and bloom.
Over and over and over again.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
I'm quite burnt out
everything is a chore
I usually have no problem blowing up the balloon.
hut it's tiring to keep it blown up now
I want to rest.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 2:09 AM UTC
I have things I love.
In forms of all forms of Art I find that I love them
Starry eyed I take to it. Pen to paper. I draw, I sculpt, I write.
But every time I look up.
Perfection in all angles.
Preformed by creators who far surpass me.
I want to be good.
Good enough that i'm adequate.
But in the footprints of the greats I'm never adequate.
My hobbies aren't hobbies.
they hurt me.
Because I throw myself into a never ending loop.
I start, I compare, then despair.
It hurts.
My hobbies hurt my mind.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC
I want to be good at something
Not okay, not mediocre, but good
like actually
professional
In a creative hobby. In a creative space.
But when I start something
So many others are so much more further then me.
I start to create
then I see their creations.
Beautiful and Wonderful
Then i look at my own and think
"This is trash"
Scrap it, erase it, and never look back.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC
And so the Poet dies,
laid to rest on words stained in red.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
There was not but a litter left
And how fast that would drain
The old holes drain it of what’s left
In seconds there’s nothing more.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
There were two flowers in the garden
One yet to bloom
the other already.....bloomed
They both bloomed soon enough,
What the other flower did not know was that-
the bloomed flower was already hollow
Eaten long ago on the inside
it had died with neglect,
while the other flower
waited in anticipation
With no water one flower died
The other thrived
Now both flowers have bloomed side by side
Happy together, they look so happy together
But one flower had died
And though crisp on the outside,
It's insides are dried
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
I love fictional love
Love the sparks that fly
But I don't love the real love
That lovely love you must love to feel
He loves her
She loves him not
He loves her
She loves him not
She once loved him
Now she does not know what Love feels like
I don't love love anymore
I don't love anymore
Lovely love, fly away on wings of a dove
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
Burning bright
a inexplicably magical force
ashes to ashes
the wood falls to pieces
it's raining ash
there is a fire burning
inside us all.
We are burning up.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
There was once a cat
who fell in love with a dog
The cat wanted to come live with the dog
In the land of the dogs
but the cat simply couldn't.
Because the cat was a cat.
And cats don't belong
in the land of the dog.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC