47/M/A Jar With Holes. Who am I and who are you?
I'm just a fly in a jar with forked holes.
Writing poetry to try and to save myself
from the narcissist I was before, 15 followers / 2.9k words
Every friend when meets, Seems an angel sent to us, By the god from his providence, But when departs after fulfilling, His ends selfish and cunning, All incidents of past moving. In sky of our inner gloomy world, Making us cry and buzzing sad, Echo of pain within ending world.
I hate the white noise that collides with noises The main road delivers death metal in my ears, when its peak hour at 7 in the morning. The bathroom fan's wearing motor's a piano wizard, The tv blaring 30 meters away is distorted pop, and sleepiness brain are her choiciest of lines.
Darkest roots wrap around this old cabin, the vulnerable fragility of a breathless dragon Shatters of star-dust flake over the tin roof, and I wish to escape into the night sky galloping wings & white unicorn hooves, a freedom deliverance echoes cries.
black umbrella, full of holes, drench my soul, give me another, to fly to the stars, like Mary Poppins, i like sesame seeds freckles on her skin, I''m right here, my gentle dear and you're so.... afar.
Inspiration - Just Say I'm Right - Art of Fighting
Covered in dirt Crossing over a bridge Awaiting a Eulogy Like a faint whisper Grab a loudspeaker Somethings are Better left unsaid If you want my truths Pick up my journals And read my poetry Because there ain’t nothing Hiding there I hold back nothing I kept a lot To myself for good reason I’ve always been good At stuffing my suitcase To thee brim And throwing it in the closet Jamming everything down Numbing myself to the core It’s hard being sober If people knew how I truly Felt deep inside They’d probably run the other direction And hate me like I’ve Always hated myself I put my mask on when I have to Pretend I’m doing okay Play there stupid games When I’d rather just drift off Into that dark corner off the room Me myself and I And the voices in my head That I’ve dreaded all my life Words best not spoken…
Red tape Noisily penetrating Where’s my quiet Swan song As dry bones rattle A hint Of understanding Flew by the door Framed by Chewing manifestations A un mesmerizing Agonizing wrath Unplug the lights Tunnel visions exceedingly bad Wild fires Blazing a trail to nowhere Catch and release Kinetic energy’s subsiding Saving every Second of the day Meant for someone else A celebrations in order Who would have thought Kinder plateaus will now shine through Stranded on a beaten path No longer still frame A firmer clasp Hold onto The best parts of me Remember what you want And disregard the rest Declining squalls no longer staying between the lines As the colors of this world fade to gray
I must shut you off for now. It’s summer time and the river is calling loud! The canopy and undergrowth are a diversity of unending floral. Not many people roam these woods just me and the squirrels! I waste no time pulling weeds, my garden has grown massively! Life so alive day and night Been bit and stung by every bug in flight, still it feels so right cool river water hot summer day may the water flow your way!