i have many weights sleeping on my heart.
distraction brings no solace,
escapism not a change in scenery.
pain is a tree of replacement,
my suffering the blood of their fruit,
my flesh the main victim.
a collaboration of gnawing and burning truths
what else would make this life, a life
if not the wretched deal
of karmic strife?
when the wound passes through clear,
a hole in my chest,
the ringing of my ears,
only then must i talk to the pain.
to look the dark in the eye
and to find their hiding spots.
but until then,
i will think about what to say.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
to be connected to all that is truly beautiful
is a gift that makes your life blessed and bountiful
to create love out of the darkness of space
is the power of light and its grace
we need not fear in times of peril
disaster strikes hard, but is of no merit
for you are made of Light
and you see that even in pain and death,
there is a continuous life.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
today
i thank the sun
for its light
and warmth
i am kin to the earth
no longer afflicted
with a muddy mind
i am green now
i have grown.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
at the end of the day
it'll happen again
just like before
and there i'll be
dead on the floor
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC
now you know
i am not what you thought i'd be
what more did you expect?
i can now be all the forbidden colors
but still a child, a wanderer
nothing else
once you find the tunnel
you will find the way out
and once you start down this path
you will not stop running
it's not easy, being you
sometimes you have to lie
to find the truth
in the bubble of life
you're too afraid to pop
will you grow so large
until it can no longer hold you?
or will you let it suffocate you?
will you go on and rot?
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 3:40 AM UTC
a conflict of sorts:
i am trying to help myself
but am i making it worse?
are you my only option?
will you redeem me?
do i ask all the wrong questions?
are my reflection and i the same?
who is it that i want to be?
one i chase so desperately?
what is her name?
all that i used to be
is now so forgotten
unknown; she is foreign
separation of my mind
i can't understand it
all pieces tried to help me
yet fed me with lies
reality, perception
who can really tell the difference?
i know what my part of life is made of
...but what about the rest?
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
i am not enough and that is a fact
wiping the tears from my eyes has caused my fingers to prune
everything they want me to have is what i lack
all that is evil all that is dark that is all true
to me hope can be somewhat of a noose
choking and inviting and releasing to us who seek
but it can't release you
it's nothing but a ruse
tell the world to come kiss my cheek
it won't miss me and the feeling will be mutual
they told me it'd get better as if they were so sure
as if they knew anything
as if getting better was real
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
not happy but content.
stable but not healed.
rebirthing but not quite alive.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
and the earth split open
ravenous and unforgiving
it swallowed us all whole
not one of us was left living
i was taken last
made to witness the fall
to say goodbye to the past
to say goodbye to them all
they all stared blankly
as they were taken
i heard no asking
there was not a scream
or a begging sentiment
and as they swam
to the second hell
before i could speak
cry or yell
i was swallowed as well
to the pit of reckoning
where everyone fell
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:16 AM UTC
silence the odd man out
he ain't got nothing important to say
freedom is something he can live without
when the sun comes out hide your eyes
ignore the beauty and wait for the night
keep yourself secluded
live your empty life
keep yourself deluded
that is your right
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC