Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.
Every day I try and keep these feelings at bay.
We are meant to think,
Because as we think, we discover
That a lot of things are so easy,
And then we are so happy.
Cool breeze makes it beautiful
Green leaves glow and softly shine
Under the streetlight fluorescent white
Grey clouds and the crescent moon
Hum along with the tender leaves
They shimmer and shine, bend and sway gracefully in every way
Shadows on the pavement and the white plastered walls as the leaves softly dance
A beauty in the dark
I feel betrayed by the quiet moments;
they used to be my saving grace
the time I’d use to steel myself
for what comes next.
Today the quiet moments
are turning on a dime-
they’re fuel to continue driving
or they’re fuel to the flames.
Doesn’t help that the thought
of quiet conversation
makes me discretely nauseous
(they meant it as a promise
I’m floating in the quiet moments,
awash in time’s vast swell
aching bones a prize of attempt
a wordless, reasonless ache
that I wear tucked away inside my breast pocket,
in the marrow of my very being,
and tucked deep in the recesses of my mind.
but useless pain is the easiest to write about.
...and the most difficult to present without it sounding incredibly overdramatic.
i feel empty
i feel as if i’m floating through life
watching it through the eyes of someone else
i feel heavy
as if i'm being dragged down and no longer have the strength to push my way up
is it possible to feel these two things at once?
the feeling of nothingness
the feeling of excruciating pain
how can emptiness feel so heavy?
I looked through the files of my soul
and after searching, all I could find out is that I dont wanna die
And that's enough for me
For my body is a masterpiece
Not to be tampered with
Not to be harmed
Especially not by me
I want you to be alive
Listen to the way of the wind
Listen to the laughter in the streets
Listen to thump of your heart
It’s all alive
The whirl of the wind is alive
The laughter of the kids is alive
And you are alive
You have a voice
And I’m here to listen
The top reason for procrastination
is not having a powerful why.
The solidity of the why drives
the fulfillment of a desire.