My mind is aloof. Not a thought too kind, Too ignorant for truth. Though I cannot blame it, Life is too cruel. It is afraid Of it's ailment, It runs with no fuel. But here she is, My little sweet heart. Pumping love to me, From the very start. Turning thoughts of pain To ones now mild. For my heart Is a mother,
My body is weak, Engrossed in these sheets. This land of comfort Is all that I seek. For one moment Im asleep, The next i'm awake. My eyes they close, I'm drifting away. In slumber, I ponder, Wishing day for night. For moving is sombre,
Walk, Talk, Sleep, Wake. This is my cycle, Day to day. It drags, It flows, It gives me less hope. No cycle with hills, Just a constant low. In skin, In body, In sin And woes.
If I could have Just one last dance. To laugh in awe Of your youthful prance. Around we go Like a merry-go-round, Our joyous breaths Blocking the sound. And we live, And give. Every moment of us We never hid. For each other, We built a home.
Is my purpose in life, To only think? To hear such thoughts Grow and shrink. To live In feeling, And breathe In deep. To walk on legs That feel so weak. Though I try In mind, To know just why. To trudge these hills And reach the skies.
And I know, Inside, I will finally find. The meaning of all,
In my heart and soul, I know she is there. I feel her breath In the Winter air. Birds tweet outside Near gardens we wet. Watering flowers With tears of upset. 'But don't fret', You said, Upon our bed. 'My time is short, I must live instead'. 'Embrace this life, It's not over yet'. 'For I rather live Than die in regret'.
As do I, My darling, You have lived till your end. As your words are something I'll always commend.
You are harsh To yourself. Why would this be ? Has life made you doubt Of the worth that I see ? We are driven By others , And our brain the driver. Speeding too fast From someone no wiser. Breaking the breaks When our gas is low. Others do see , Yet nobody shows.
Do you really wish For them to proceed? Wrecking your worth Until you bleed.
But thoughts Of our own, Are no others to mould. Your mind is free As is your soul.
For the mind it cracks Under false illusion.
As conclusions of false , Are the brains confusions.
I was once so little, Though mature in the mind. My heart now brittle From moments unkind. And with that I fell cold, No warmth for my soul. My mind Turned old, Then my heart fell alone. With no love, Nor touch,
Clear the path Of a mind so weak. Home is near Though I cannot see. 'Take me,please', Pray God for ease. Mouth shut Outside, As I try to speak. Though only my thoughts Can hear my pleas. Now worn in exhaust,
From child to adult, We learn to flee. Away from home, And to the sea. From the wings of our guardians, We fly among the rest. To our own creation, Away from our nest. Flying is hard, Terror pollutes the air. Leaving me burdened, Alone,
The mind Is larger than Anyone could see. Panic and worry Over things unseen. Find comfort in worlds Of make believe. Yearning for safety In the heart of green. Urging to run,
My mind is windy, So cold in storm. Thoughts so violent They scrape and scorn. Illness of those Who freak and fret, Led to temptation Of permanent rest. Locked in frustration Of guilt and regret.
We fall Into design. A pretend world Created, According to the eyes Of ones with no sight. We live, And we die. Some fight And some hide. Both strong in right, Though equal in fear. As living through others,
No. Not again. My heartbeat stops And comes to an end. Lord. It’s the end. A flower once nourished Now withered instead. Nothing. Blue feelings instead. Imbalanced inside As I hang by a thread. Hm. I’m hung by a thread. Cut off from stitches That helped me to mend.
I am no good. Not the look of light And ‘beauty’ that I should. You say this once , Now twice in fights. Saying my body Is all but nice. Fine. I am so good to despise. Not the look of woman That you need in sight. But that’s alright, Your mind has fled. To dream of a woman Of ‘beauty’ in bed.
You wear and compare, The things I bear. Sorries of none, Pretending to care. Scared to share What you have of me. Critical of others That fail to see. The parts of me I tend to hide, You make them scream Until they die. But i'm your truth, And your my lie. A friend of fake
My fault, And only my own. That's what you say In your dim dark tone. I pick up the phone, Shaking with rage. You have my senses Locked in a cage. But I stay, And fray, For you know best. Studying my words, Like an upcoming test. Taking my heart To put it in rest. And that is something, I deeply detest. Yet I still Stay,
Just one moment, I plead for you. To kiss me, Hold me, And care for me too? Please tell me tales, Of wonder and play. Love me through words, I need you to say.
'I love you, child', 'It'll be okay'.
But all is a dream, You get quite annoyed. For the child Facing you,
These twisted tales, Carved in my mind. Turned bitter and blind From frantic fright. Numbed from nettles That poke me at night. Accept the strangles That choke me so tight. Feeling only the dark And hiding from light.
These walls Have spoken a thousand tales. Yet still, They pound, Like thunder and hail.
Oh, No. I must dismiss, And forget. But my mind is low, And my grave is set. Eyes they water, And hands they sweat. Sounds of laughter To thoughts of threat. Please. Leave me be to just reset. Let the cycle be free,
I am cold , Like ice. My soul sunk Like the sun at night. And though I tried To leave you behind, The thoughts of you Did not subside. They wandered About, Inside my mind, Climbed great heights Like clouds of sky. But clouds, They rain, As did my eyes. For now, My heart, Has left to die.
I lost my mind , Or so it seems. Doused in fear Of uncertainty. The mind is small Yet we think so big. And here I lay In the grave I dig. As one small nudge And I’m ready to blow. Losing myself ,
'Come, Take my hand'. Said the boy That I, Created in my head. To live a little lie, And go here instead. Escaping my pain, Away from such dread. When I open my eyes, I see nothing but red. But I cave inside, And here, I fled.
Again, And again. A mind empty , Now full of dread. Thoughts of confusion, Moments in illusion. Following an order From strange intrusions. My mind is chaotic With harsh infusions.
Dear lord, Please help me know. That these feelings I feel Will come to go. Guide me through paths That frost in snow. Cover me in sun To dim the unknown. And lord, Please know, Before I go,
I have blossomed, I have sewn. From a girl of youth, To a woman of grown. My body Is different. To me it's unknown. Though I feel Such hatred, For my newer mould. But that is okay, We all must grow.
To hear your cries, Broke me inside. Wheezing for breath, As I sit by your side. My mind, Hurt me, But at least we tried. So weary in fret, Though we seemed just fine. But I live in regret, It should pass in time. Though I'll never forget,
Hatred, It runs through my veins. Cascading through My body of pain. Attacking my system, It alters my brain. Leaving bitter notes And thoughts that stain. And I, The victim, Of my own demise. Unable to love My own little mind.
From little dollies, To sitting in trollies. Sitting beneath trees, In the summer breeze. Not a care I felt, Nor a worry to feel. Just me and my friends, Imaginary or real. The delight of innocence, In the simpler days,
My mind is dying, And I with it too. Thinking is tiring, I'm empty of fuel. From working in jobs, To studies in school. From speaking with others, Then losing my cool.
My body is weary, My brain on fire. But alas, I give in.
Your company , Is wanted, Yet mine is not. My words mean nothing As they tie in a knot. I slow walk behind As you hold their hands. And I know, That I am the one you can’t stand. Yet you make yourself known, Like the lead of a pack. But your acting , So greatly , As I hang in the back.
Someone tell me, How the mind can stall? From thinking too much To nothing at all. As I sit, Still, Staring at the wall. Emotions They numb, As my thoughts Do brawl. And now, Worn out,
Darling, What has changed? Your eyes once glistened, Now lock in flames. Your heart once mellow, Now lives in pain. Your mind once yellow, Now blue and grey.
My heart, Does not beat with yours. Our rhythms Irregular, And I don't know the cause. Time has flown, Yet we haven't grown. We're open stitches That can't be sewn. And now, We continue our paths alone.
Can I confess? That it wasn't my dress, That led you to see Me in my vest. Dress to impress, I do indeed. But not to be stripped And dipped in your sheets. So you see, Your desires, Are your OWN to keep.
Sinking in silence, My breath is shallow. Mind is rapid Yet still so hollow. 'Let it pass' They say, Thoughts will subside. But mine continue To haunt me inside. My body is tired, Brain on fire. As pressures of life Raise much higher.
I feel, Tense. Nothing is wrong, But nothing makes sense. Things are, Intense. Overwhelmed By fear Locked in my head. Silly little scares, Born and bred. To fears of unknown, I can't comprehend.
Dare I say, Take me back to sweeter days. No worries To fight, Nor sorrows To woe. Just waiting For sun And the fall of snow. These little joys Replenished my soul. And now, I yearn, For thoughts of old.