I am in the depths of who knows where.
It is dark, it is cold, it is despair.
I am face up in the pool gasping for air.
I see no stars, I see no moon
There's just the fear that I may go under soon
The void which is darker than the walls,
tempts me to give into its calls.
I hear them echoing in my soul,
then my burdens take their toll.
I reach out in the cold air,
for a helping hand that isn't there.
Then I go under,
to the darkness of my eternal slumber.
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 12:26 AM UTC
I dressed for an event not taking place.
I watched a clock that wasn't keeping pace.
I was late to a party that wasn't meant to be
It was a dance for two and I didn't have the key
You see,
If you give it all then you can lose it all
You must rise up or else you're in for a fall
A broken clock is a heart not ticking
A missed event is a couple not clicking
I followed a heart that led me astray
Now sadness is the only thing to stay
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
There is no prize for winning fights
There are no spectators nor screams
There are just long nights and troubled dreams
We play by worldly rules
We are punished by the same
By them we are fools and dubbed insane
Outcasts we are and outcasts we'll be
Until one day we can show them why and bid them see.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
I realize now what I crave.
I don’t wish for presents or parties in my name.
Praise or popularity either.
Perhaps others would get bored of doing nothing
However, I’m just glad that they are there,
Near me, supporting me.
Who are they? My Friends.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
The bird struggled to its feet
The day had finally come
In fear the bird gave a small tweet
The first flight is frightening to some
Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less
To me this is comparable to my own stress
I asked her out, she said yes.
I thought my trial had ended
I flew from the tree and didn’t fall
But now is the greatest test of them all
Will I survive the world of prey?
Or will I fall victim and dark be my days?
No one knows til the end is come
Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young.
Or one with the earth the bird has become
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
Did I chicken out or was it not the time?
The moment was so fine but not right
The fight within me ceased
It was a feast of joy and of song
Nothing could go wrong
Maybe next time i'll see if with her I belong.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
He walks though rivers and streams
Through distant meadows and traveler's dreams
As he does this he always ponders deeply
about wondrous sights and mountains angled steeply
Why does he do it? Only I know.
He sits back and wonders why the rivers flow
He climbs to find where the greener grass might grow
He wishes to know as do we all.
On this earth what is our purpose?
Is hoping for something after this life hopeless?
What and where was I before this?
Thus we wander and ponder as we dump our thoughts into a seemingly endless abyss.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
What do you do when the world is upon you?
When you are assaulted on all fronts.
How do you react?
Why does this happen to me?, you ask.
Who, if anyone, will help me?
Then, there's nobody.
It seems to happen just because.
Tears and Loneliness just come with the territory
It happens time and time again.
I sit and I wish I could cry.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
On the morrow I will ask her if she will go with me.
If she tries to set me free wont it just be a trap for me?
Yes I would be free from the fear of rejection
but instead I would be the prisoner of depression
On the other hand if I am asked to stay
all my chains would fall away.
Now is the moment before the scales tip
before the choice is made and the cards flip
My mind is always caught up in this reflection
and thus I'm haunted by the fear of rejection.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 1:54 AM UTC
What do I want?
What do they want?
That looks like fun!
or does it?
That looks good!
but does that look better?
I am caught amidst a clash of thoughts.
I think I know myself
but I really don't
As the whirlwind of spinning thoughts flood my head
I wish to hide instead.
For I know that I don't know myself
And for that matter nor does anybody else.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC