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Discoh Jan 24
A gaping hole
where a heart should be.
A black void,
bereft of any soul.

I stare into the abyss,
and it stares back.
Eventually I see a glimmer
of my own reflection.
i feel like **** and somehow managed to squeeze out my first bit of creative writing in literal years. my brain works in mysterious ways.
Discoh Nov 2019
Is it good enough?
Will it ever be good enough?
A work of art is never finished,
only abandoned.
Discoh Jul 2019
It was a mistake to come here.
I'm sure it'll be a mistake to leave.
you guys seem to dig my sort of micro-poetry, so here's another one!
anxiety is fun.
Discoh Jul 2019
I just want
to leave
my mark
on the world.
Discoh Apr 2019
We live in a broken society
Where some people are hardly paid a cent
And they live in constant anxiety
Because they can’t afford to pay the rent

Some citizens bereft of basic needs
While others’ pay is always on the rise
And when questioned they go to plant doubt’s seeds
Necessity, they say, is their greed’s guise

The rich pay congressmen to change the laws
Although the people cry out to be heard
Succumb to pressure then expect applause
But nobody seems to believe their word

This nation where the most zealous succeed
Has given in to corruption and greed
A Shakespearean sonnet about capitalism or whatever.
Discoh Jan 2019
Well here I am again, trapped in this prison
This stupid prison I call my mind
Locked in with these thoughts as they’re constantly risen
Looking for the light I had hoped to find
Searching for answers to all of these questions
Constantly building, my world effervescent
I’m sick and tired of all their suggestions
I’m done with the Xanax and antidepressants

I find myself lost, and suddenly then
I find myself back in here again
I try to get out, to escape the pain
But all of my efforts have ended in vain

Therapy, therapy, please fill the void
Help me to find out what’s wrong with my head
Put back the pieces of my life destroyed
At this point I think I’d be better off dead
But I know that I can’t do something so foolish
I know my folks would miss me if I’m gone
But I’m tired of feeling so hopeless and ghoulish
I think that it’s finally time to move on

I find myself lost, and suddenly then
I find myself back in here again
I try to get out, to escape the pain
But all of my efforts have ended in vain

Finally breaking through my mind’s blockade
Crushing dark thoughts and my own deepest fears
Digging myself out of this hole I’ve made
I’m purging this shadow that’s plagued me for years
I’m finally doing it, climbing the mountain
I think I am reaching the end of my fall
Just reach through the depths and seal the dark fountain
Maybe things won’t be so bad after all

I find myself lost, and suddenly then
I find myself back in here again
I try to get out, to escape the pain
Maybe this effort won’t end in vain
A lyric I wrote for a songwriting class, it's one of my favorite pieces. That second verse is easily one of the best things I've ever written.
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