What am I supposed to do
How should I feel
What should I do
Why do I feel this way
Sometimes it feels like I need someone to give me answers
Sometimes I don’t feel like going at it alone
What the hell am I supposed to do
Answer me.
It doesn’t have to be now
(But sooner is better than later)
I don’t feel like reading a book
I don’t feel like working
I feel
Vulnerable
Insecure
Low
So help me.
I cling on to the memory of you.
In the hotel room,
Inside of me
Your smile
While we get ourselves *****
Unholy, yet whole
I didn’t get attached before
So why am I feeling things now?
I want you.
But you don’t want me
I keep up this pretense
To distract myself,
Cleanse myself of you
Yet here we are,
It’s only day 2
Post feeling like
I need to forget you.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
You—
Beautiful life-form, or abomination—
Are a culmination,
Agglomeration of a life’s worth of
Experiences thus far.
All of them,
The good and the bad,
Have resulted in you—
And here you stand,
A unique entity of the atomic form,
A breathing, living creature
At the height of the current moment.
You have
The power—
Whether it be to trust fate,
Or to follow your intuitions—
To ultimately
Forge a path of your own.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
A hitch in the breath,
Static flickers into the dim-
My eyes turning blind,
I search for an answer within.
Waning poetic
Under the waxing moon’s light of shining,
I dig into my skull
To pull out a sentiment once again.
Surely, a sign of stopping-
Heartbeat elevates, blood rising;
Mind in hyper-mode,
Ready to explode.
I’m neither drunk nor sober,
A state in between,
Whirling and racing
My thoughts
never
over.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
focus—
artificial, just like the pill bottle.
the world condenses, collapses into a pin-point right in front of my eyes
and into my paper or computer screen
thoughts racing at light speed
my mind trying to digest its own thoughts--
confusion,
state of hyper-realism (Who am I again?)
an alternate dimension of higher thought
whirling,
running,
spinning,
racing,
crash into an hour (or two) from now
and fall down
hard, into the present.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC