It is but another gray day
The sky is gray just like any other day
Nothing to do
Nothing to see but the gray clouds
Boredom eats away at ones mental
Waiting for the week to start
Work is at least something to occupy the mind
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 4:15 AM UTC
Learning new things is hard,
You can only keep doing it once you are deep into it
picking up a new hobby isn't something everyone can do easily
it requires dedication,
which i do not have anymore.
I lost the will to learn new things
sitting here with the things i already know, wondering
"Would it even be worth to learn anything new"
i don't know a lot, but it feels like enough,
while it might not be.
Why is it that my mind drifts off to weird places
instead of learning something new?
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
A game is not about winning,
nor losing.
It's about improving.
It of course feels good to win,
and bad to lose,
but if you remember
that you improve each game,
you will feel better, even if you lose.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Which one is better?
Winning or losing?
I say, if you win,
you are good, you feel good.
If you lose,
you need to improve more.
Either way,
You may or may not improve.
It's about what you do.
Play or just stand there
not doing anything.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Eyes clenched to the darkness,
Could you see me?
I saw you through the river of tears,
Emotions called your name
But did you hear me?
I didn’t hear you.
I apologized under every sun and
moon.
I saw the fear.
Did you see the reflection?
I can feel it vibrate through your skin.
Scared of nothing,
Only everything.
I’m scared for you
And me,
Selfish aren’t I.
Clenching your hand in the Sahara
Of the hospital room where it was
A mirage until it faded,
Where did you go?
I’m sorry you had to leave.
Sorry that I held the door,
You never shut it on me.
Sorry we couldn’t fish.
Are you fishing now?
Beside the river you spoke about?
Did you know that within your last
Breath we all drowned in the
Heartbeat of your existence.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:17 AM UTC
You're not allowed to cross my mind,
I keep that door locked.
My heart is bolted down
like a ship in the storm.
No sailors with ears full of wax,
to the mast I am not bound.
I cannot allow it...
you're not allowed to cross my mind.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
Nightmares hurt.
The emotional pain,
and the physical pain.
I can't count
how many times
I've woken up
to be
haunted by
my own
mind
and what
I think of.
I can't even
imagine
the times
I've woken up
with a
headache,
a heartache,
or both.
I can't begin
to reason
why my mind
has such a
vivid
perception
of what
a gunshot
feels like.
Or what
drowning
would be like.
But I've
dreamed them
so many
times,
It feels
like I've
lived them.
And please don't think
for a second
that's every
night.
There are the
good dreams
too.
The happy ones
where
everything
is alright.
But those hurt
way more.
Because
when I wake up,
I can
feel them being
torn away
by Morning.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
This is just a poem that is about nothing
nothing can't be anything but nothing.
If nothing would be something
It wouldn't have a meaning.
So nothing will be nothing forever.
Except when women say "it's nothing"
because then,
it's something really important.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
I used to love sleeping.
But I dreamed about losing you.
losing you. lose you. l.o.s.e.
So, I stopped sleeping.
I soon hid the blankets
the sheets
the pillows
I told you about my dream. You laughed
I told my friends about my dream. They laughed, too.
Now, I used to love laughing.
But I can’t laugh if I’ll lose you.
So, I married you.
I soon prepared the blankets
the sheets
the pillows
And sleep by your side. Now, I can sleep.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.
It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.
It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.
Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.
It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC