emmettthegreat - Hello Poetry

Everyday is, the same old fight Wandering mind, won't alight Befuddled emotions, I cannot indite Find myself, in a sorry plight Lay deadbeat, as my demons smite Rest in bleak ashes of blight Broken, fallen, abjected outright

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emmettthegreat

Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

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War Within

Everyday is, the same old fight Wandering mind, won't alight Befuddled emotions, I cannot indite Find myself, in a sorry plight Lay deadbeat, as my demons smite Rest in bleak ashes of blight Broken, fallen, abjected outright

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I came down to make brunch, Early on In the afternoon. I cracked the eggs And lit the stove, My dog limped up beside me. A three legged beast of Enormous size Humbled by The lack of limbs. I fried the bacon, But threw no scraps, Though I was her support.

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Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC

emmettthegreat

Crippled Stride

I came down to make brunch, Early on In the afternoon. I cracked the eggs And lit the stove, My dog limped up beside me. A three legged beast of Enormous size Humbled by The lack of limbs. I fried the bacon, But threw no scraps, Though I was her support.

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Humans make no sense, We're unreasonable selfish beings. Our motives are unclear, And our actions are obscene. Bees will always pollinate, Monkeys always climb. Elephants store water, And pigs prefer their grime. As opposed to other animals, We're complex, obsessed with fighting. But these traits of ours aren't just a curse, They also are a blessing.

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Apr 25, 2016

Apr 25, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC

emmettthegreat

Humans Make No Sense

Humans make no sense, We're unreasonable selfish beings. Our motives are unclear, And our actions are obscene. Bees will always pollinate, Monkeys always climb. Elephants store water, And pigs prefer their grime. As opposed to other animals, We're complex, obsessed with fighting. But these traits of ours aren't just a curse, They also are a blessing.

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So many fear others, As a threat to their well being. But me, I fear myself, And the havoc that I can bring. I don't fight for others, My own selfishness controls me. I don't oppose others, Yet I battle against myself. To eat some food. To put down the knife. To bear the pain. To save my life. People will tell you to, "Just be happy," like it's a switch. But it's not that easy, For me to leave this sadness pit. Do they honestly think, I want to feel this agony? I'd switch it if I could, But the world doesn't work that way. It's always there. The sadness and rain. I sleep in dread. I wake in pain. It's always weighing down, A constant anchor on my heart. Fear fills up my stomach, I will forever be distraught. Depression is scary, And I am one of it's victims. I try to stay alive, Fighting for what feels like lifetimes. What if one day. I finally lose. And I give up. My grip grows loose. But the pain and the fear, I promise you, they aren't the worst. It's the thoughts that destroy, Picking at your soul till it hurts. "You'll be much happier," "They're better off without you here." "End your misery now," It's the true ones that catch your care. No matter what. I'll fight till it ends. If I rise up. Or if I fold.

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Jan 29, 2016

Jan 29, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC

emmettthegreat

Still Living

So many fear others, As a threat to their well being. But me, I fear myself, And the havoc that I can bring. I don't fight for others, My own selfishness controls me. I don't oppose others, Yet I battle against myself. To eat some food. To put down the knife. To bear the pain. To save my life. People will tell you to, "Just be happy," like it's a switch. But it's not that easy, For me to leave this sadness pit. Do they honestly think, I want to feel this agony? I'd switch it if I could, But the world doesn't work that way. It's always there. The sadness and rain. I sleep in dread. I wake in pain. It's always weighing down, A constant anchor on my heart. Fear fills up my stomach, I will forever be distraught. Depression is scary, And I am one of it's victims. I try to stay alive, Fighting for what feels like lifetimes. What if one day. I finally lose. And I give up. My grip grows loose. But the pain and the fear, I promise you, they aren't the worst. It's the thoughts that destroy, Picking at your soul till it hurts. "You'll be much happier," "They're better off without you here." "End your misery now," It's the true ones that catch your care. No matter what. I'll fight till it ends. If I rise up. Or if I fold.

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