I shall from this take my fill,
Although I dread it,
I know in my mind's eye
That is good to me.
Like good yet bitter medicine.
And so I drink with tears running down my cheeks
Yet I drink it all. With all my being I down it.
It is only poison to the "foreign bodies" that seek to invade my true being.
It is about time I drink all in my cup
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
Yahweh first,
for leading me
through this passage…
My life was a mess,
but now it’s
breeding a message
remember complaining,
climbing this
mountain up stream?
take a gander at
the confetti
Writings about this
life I lead
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
…*never mind the façade,
everything soon comes full circle.
Metamorphosis,
all this vanity fair
will exhaust the sweetness,
and the Child will
cry for the Mother once again*…
holdfast, this too shall pass.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Suicide…
losing sight
of the good inside
Gloomy lies…
that you’re a plight
coz' of your looks and size
True, besides…
choosing to fight
is for the good of
Mankind
Live up!
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
Using my arms as my legs
across this bottomless pit
Came too far to beg,
coz’ they’ve forgotten this spit
*The old hag, great fall and
rat scratches on the sole of my feet*…
*Oh, what the heck, I’ll recreate all
the bad sketches on the wall of my feat*!!
Lost tooth, the devil loathes across my smile
It costs truth, but level roads
are not my style
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
this isn’t going to make sense
cause it’s not supposed to
and if I’m being honest
this isn’t for you
it’s not even for me
I’m stuck
I’m trapped
I’m lost
I’m every other word that describes people who feel at a dead end
I’m typing on a ****** phone
That’s connected to a ****** connection
That could possibly be a metaphor for my life
I’m writing
Because I don’t know what else to do
I’m writing
Cause that’s what they told me to do
But they also told me that what I think isn’t always true
That I’m special and I just don’t see it
But that’s the thing
I don’t see it
And if I don’t see it then why should it matter if anyone else does
And if I’m thinking something why should it matter if it’s true
What matters is that it’s in my head
What matters is that it’s always there
But here I am
Stuck in the same place
Back to square one
No progress made
The same questions, whether true or not
Will I amount to anything?
Do I really help?
Am I really worthwhile?
Do you actually care?
I see these people
When I’m online
They smile and post
They edit and pose
I can’t help but wonder
Do you really smile, or do you just do it to look happy like me?
Do you really feel happy, or are you trying to lie like me?
Do you understand what I feel?
Or is it just me?
I’m not trying to be selfish
I don’t want a lot
I just want to be happy
And I want others to be happy with me
But neither is happening
So instead there’s a poem
That doesn’t even ryhme
That makes no sense
I’ll try harder
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC