We don’t often visit
the pit of our stomachs
but when we do
things just aren’t good
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
I wish I were dead.
But not really dead, just unfeeling.
Unfeeling of pain, unfeeling of love,
unfeeling of all of the above.
But I resist everday
and stay alive.
Hoping and praying
I'll stop feeling dead inside.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 11:43 AM UTC
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 11:43 AM UTC
It is a deluge of thoughts
that rush through
a brain that struggles
to contain,
a treat of glass
figurines
that stand straight up
set to crash
and be smashed
to smithereens.
To be crushed
by the immensity
of all things
that can
and will be
even a case
of
the was
and never was.
A bowl
filled
more than thrice
to the brim
with all of life
Heavy
and dripping
from the sides
all that overflows
is what
we write.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
.
*You are there,
stalking my memories,
a series of pornographic tapestries
woven deep into my mind,
Hand stitched together
with a cold blunt needle,
threatening to unravel fast
when the sun kisses the horizon.
The petals of paper flowers
yellow with time passing,
presenting a weathered view
of a love that once thrived,
but is now moon dust
gathering on a dark web
of lust laced
with delicate ****** fragments.*
© Pagan Paul (25/08/18)
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Just feel like everything is going too fast and I wish that time could be a little slower or I could have a little bit more time to ponder over big decisions that I have to make someday. Maybe I'm afraid of the unknown and I tend to distract myself from it. Maybe I'm not quite ready for this. What is life.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
You have red, blue, and white pills on your hand
Drink it up and make it stop
All the pains in your heart.
But, you are better than that.
Better than the people who called your body.
Better than the people who called you ugly.
Cause you are wanted.
You have knife on your hand,
Ready to cut your wrists
Bleed out all those aches and worries.
But, you are better than that.
Better than your problems.
Better than your miseries.
Cause you are important.
You have rope on your hand,
Lace it around your neck
Drown your mind, drown your demons.
But, you are better than that.
Better than your ugly thoughts.
Better than the voices in your head.
Cause you are not alone.
And you did the best for staying alive.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
Your skin still smells like,
The first time I touched you:
Like late Sunday afternoons,
On long weekends,
Sweeter than expected,
With all the time in the world.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC