She's lonely, but she seems happy
She's tired, but she moves forward
She's down, but she doesn't drown
She's hopeless, but she's not careless
They say she's pretty,
but she feels ugly
They say she's smart,
but she feels dumb
They say she's talented,
but she feels incompetent
They say she's strong,
but she feels weak
*She has no one, but she ain't gone
And that she,*
Is me.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
Stop setting yourself on fire for people who will sit back and watch you burn.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
There's so much to say
so much to do
so much to feel
no wonder in some way
it won't be conveyed
nor fathomed
for somebody new
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
Lay back
ponder things
as times consumes
sentimentally speak through your mind
and let your chaotic soul
dealt it with complexity
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
i asked her, does it look the same?
she gave me that funny look she gets
whenever i say or do something a little dim
it's a mirror image for a reason she said
in the mirror i see muscles, and strength
hips a little too wide and fleshy
but still muscular,
strength all the way down
but when i reflect on myself,
no mirror necessary
it is never the same
i don't feel as strong as i could
don't look as sharp and sturdy as i could
those fleshy sides, too soft
for a battle-hardened brain
and turbulent thoughts
i need angles, i need straight lines
but there's nothing straight about me
and that's half the problem
and the other half
is that i hate the softness that lingers
but everybody else loves it
and i don't want to be warm and
able to be cuddled
i want hard edges
and nimble, spindly fingers;
when i play my chords
i want my bones to tap the strings
and when sadness sheathes itself within me
i want eyes as dry
as my eczema-bitten hands
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
He never looked
He never saw who I am,
neither reached deep down from what I felt
or is it me
who never took courage
who never said a word
just a fine-looking potato ranting
while eating a piece of gourd.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
He is an epitome of my longing happiness and later, we'll never see each other again.
My pumping beat still want to reach for him however, my mind backs off.
How can I let this go?
How can I let this flow?
One million reasons to answer - either is it a positive or a negative..
Longing for his voice one more time,
could be my take-away gift for a moment.
And still hoping to love you more.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC