Here I stand in front this mirror that shows this piece of meat I call my body .as I run my hands along the creases and folds I learn to hate each part that creates this feeling of envy. it's such a ugly grip on my life I can't cast it aside. even though it wittle away at me sliver by sliver maybe if I let it run through its course it take enough chunks of this horrific abomination I am. I walk by that mirror and glare at it with the embers wrath that have sparked from inside me but wait was that. I saw something that didn't look like but could it really be no that pain is permanent?
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Butterflies welling in heart I can feel each flutter and the words stumble across my tongue. I hold out my hand to see them shake and quiver their hasn't left to that frozen blue. as I can feel warmth begin to melt that frost I shed a tear to only have that icicle pierce my wrist I realize that it was the shadow of broken man. that couldn't be disappointed in the product it is supposed to mimic.knees weaken and the parts to begin lose sensation and feeling I see my shadow grow and as the last extremities lose everything that was there my eyes shut to see my shadow live even a fifth of the life that had been by this cold shattering feeling
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
Staring at the tops of these trees as the bellow in the wind I can see the animals doing as nature guides them too. I look to the people walking along the trail that this forest shows to the world. I trace my finger over my heart and as I feel it beat from beneath me I am realizing that it beats out of order. I take my first steps in the forest that seems to be so normal for others but it terrifies me knowing that there only seems to be one path. I skittishly take my first step and I fall over and begin to bleed and lose my mind. Is this what life will become preordained by a force that I can't see if so it's a ******* for making not able to follow it's footsteps. I run off the path that is craved in front of me and as I cut my face and everything else on my body I covered in blood and mud but is this a oasis or a mirage. I see a grotto of crystalline water and I can hear voices that soothe the lost parts of me and as I close my eyes there is the mist that feels like it's trying clean off this corrupted soul.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Drag me unto the ground for I have sinned upon for that which I have loved I am brow beaten and cut bleeding and dying for the undying love that I have felt I am eternally in heaven and I feel none of the pain as it courses through my veins and as I become still I can pass on to the point of no return because of that of which I have felt and as I close my eyes to die I realize that I am waking to the new dawn and even in my dreams that happiness is a fleeting hope that runs at the speed of light and as I begin to stand at the attention of this new day all I want is that comfort and love but only sleep can bring me that pain but due to this nagging kink I am stuck here in this limbo that I call life
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
As the days of life flow together I can see the happiness flash in and out see the sadness interweaving it self throughout and as more years pass by I don't even realize that the sorrow is there because of how integral it is in my life and I as I get through the decades barely scrapping by I notice that the happiness that was so noticable at the point it came around I see a huge flash in my future it's a dream i thought would never happen coming to fruition and when that day rolls along I leave my sadness and worries behind and then I came crashing back into the sorrow and there it is that huge flash of happiness it was the glimmering of the sun off of your smile surrounding it is the frame you have of cascading beauty and soft and warming love how is this the happiest my life has ever been even though I it wasn't even a dream but now I go to sleep wanting to wake because every day feels like one
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
As the blood and water runs down my back I am reminded of the past running through that film wheel of my life and all the sepia making it seem better than it was I see it projected onto the wall I can see the smiles but I can't see the happiness that my brain said was there and as I can finally notice the blood stopping I leave this night and as I step out this shower in which I could wash away the sins of my past I can feel the blood beginning to ooze out again and as I go the film wheel I begin to break and tear it apart once I am lying on this cold ground weeping tears which I thought were all gone I am greeted by the hand of my present and as it begins to patch the wound of my past I no longer feel that crimson warmth I only feel that warmth I had so long seeked as it smiles towards me I can see it gleaming and blinding but why is this one not empty
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
As I stand here in this gorge looking at the river in which splits in half I can see that which I have left behind and as much it may be a side where the grass is truly green and I can see those little bugs that will eat away at them and sour it and turn it to acid and rot away the facade that keeps it green and as I look to the other side I can see it may be barren but everything is there that I need to till it and turn it to into a field of flowers so I am never alone and never sad in there beauty and as I step over the river I can feel the burdens and troubles slowly sloughing off of me and this light feeling is is like flying it's ecstasy
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
As they sparkle and glisten in the ebony sky I see those effervescent stars and as the darkness drapes along the sides of my vision and I am funnelled towards the glory the have and as I run my hands through the grass and feel the dew on the grass and it seems to make everything seem more translucent and as I am able to see a little more clearly the curtains of darkness are becoming more light and I see them wave among the breeze and it's that hair the hypnotized me and as the stars becoming more visible it's the stars of your eyes that are so resplendent and captivating I am in heaven if even for a moment I will capture it for the eternity of what it is
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
As the forest canopies echo with sounds of birds and nature all around me I look to the ground and see the broken sticks and the hallowed out trees that have allowed time to corrode away at what they once were and as I look deeper and deeper into this forest I can see a gentle brook that flows ever farther into the heart of these woods and the green is spreading from it and as I take a sip from the small body of water I notice it not slowed nor should it be by then why does the mind let me not continue am I not the nature that this was meant to serve or am I just destined to be the dam that has built up over the time and sadly for me I can't break it and as I come to the open space that seems like something should be there I move forward and as I approach and encroach on this beauty every thing dies and becomes just as Hallow as my heart and this forest and as I leave this nightmare that lights shines back on that place I guess my heart is better without me
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
I walk among the streets covered in the colours of the autumn skyline looking towards the river where I once a stupid child catching frogs and being a kid and as I remember back to that time I hear 3 words echoing with each critter I caught **** YOURSELF ZACK repeating to drive me mad and as I run away from it to bring myself to the place I find to soothe my soul I hear another 3 words JOIN THEM ZACK and as I am brought to tears and consider follow the instructions that my brain so eloquently told me the seasons pass and the years go by every year hearing those same 3 words **** YOURSELF ZACK and as everything comes to a head and I see my opportunity everywhere I walk as the easy way speeds by me so many times I look to hear a new voice LOOK SWEET DEATH as the horn of the dead whizzes by me and as I am wallowing in the shadow of what life has become I have no where to turn other than ever so life giving water that made me stupid all those years ago but I hear the 3 last words I ever thought to hear YOU ARE LOVED
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC