Oh, what a brilliant man!
I love everything about him
I wish that were me
But it could never be
Because
Because
Well I don't really know
I just don't feel free
Free to feel my soul
We've lost touch
And I feel terrible
Because
I haven't been looking
And I know it's been wondering
When I would come around
And now that I'm being smothered
And my vision is going out
I can only unleash
A pathetic shout
A cry for help
To my lost love
And I deserve to be lost myself
My echoes should go unheard
Because
Because
I know I've ignored
Those cries for help
And let them fade
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
I've been neglecting the mirror
Haven't given it a glance
Now it's all dirtied up
And I see nothing
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
Keep flying!
You **** amazing fool
Rip through that darkened sky
Light it ablaze with your fire
And when you feel like burning out
Burn hotter than ever
Until every tendril of defeat
That ever so grabbed at you
Is burned and singed
Blackened and lost
In the dark cosmos
And cover it up with
Your fiery painting
Graffiti'd for eternity
To bare witness
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
I thought I had a lot figured out
I never anticipated this self-doubt
Clouds rolling in
Darker than I've ever seen
I remain sheltered
Alone and afraid of
What that storm could do
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
All I can ever seem to do
Is write poetry about depression
I can talk about how I've done nothing today
And forgot to do my laundry
Or anything else productive
In the past ten hours
I've left bed only a few times
I'm thinking about my hobbies
How I think I have so many
But all I do is spend time
Wishing I had something to do
I think I'm a passionate person
But passion doesn't sit around
Sulking and
Dreading every second
Who even am I?
I don't know if this vacuum resides in me
Or I in it
Or if I am just that vacuum
An absolute void
The depression rips away the joy
From living day to day
I know this
Everyone knows this
And so my poetry
Is like a broken record
Skipping, but never missing a beat
Leaving none for me to hit
And I can keep going
Like that broken record
But I'd rather just stop
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I don't know
What's going on
It brings me to my knees
To the sand
And there are so many
Grains
Between my fingers
I remember a friend
Who cut his foot on glass
And how I felt
Seeing that ****** cut
Dripping and so
Full of sand
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
I can't stop living my life in other people's shoes
It brings me joy to see what they do
To see a painter's craft;
It's like ecstasy to peer into their head
And feel everything they've put onto a canvas
To hear a musician's melodies
Drag me into wonderment
How do they do that so well?
To read the words of a writer
Live in their world
Have my heart squeezed
And bleed colors I've never imagined
They're all me
I can fathom all of those feelings
I can, I can
The words
The hues
The emotions
The notes
The metaphors
All of those slivers of existence
I can experience them all
I want to
Live in their shoes
But they're not my **** shoes
And they don't fit; my feet are too small
And I know an artist's life is nothing to envy
And most of them didn't recognize their own talent
I don't recognize my own talent
Am I in their shoes now?
Or just talentless?
When I look down at my own feet
I don't see anything but stumps meant for walking
And when I walk to a mirror
I see a fool who keeps trying on other people's shoes
Asking if they fit
As if anyone else would ever know
I see a man who needs his own shoes
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
It gets dark and cold
When the fire quiets down
But I'll blow on the embers
Until I pass out
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
A midnight snack of
Asparagus and mushrooms
Have to be healthy
Or I'll have a heart attack
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC