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Breeze-Mist Nov 2018
This place is now an empty shell
A remnant of my changing self
A colored, gilded chrysalis
That hides what beneath is amiss
And yet I still feel this passion
But in a muted, far fashion
As the strange lights overhead drone
A growing des're to go home
I still have a lot of the same feelings I did about this place before I left, but even though they're still strong, they feel less pressing/more distant than when I lived here.
Breeze-Mist Nov 2018
An old to do list
Fading college radio
I'm leaving my home
Breeze-Mist Nov 2018
As the day's sunlight begins to lack
I come closer and closer to the crack
For though I swore not
It seems to be ought
What hell will it be to go back
I swore I'd do everything to stay out of my home and in school for years, so that I could be independent and stay away from a family with dysfunctional relationships. I rarely talk to them, and when I do I keep contact short and relatively vague. My life has been far from perfect, and I still have serious mental issues, but I'm IMMEASURABLY better off in pretty much every aspect of my life except access to decent Italian and Polish food now that I've been out of the house and on my own for the past two and a half months. But I guess I have to go back for thanksgiving and winter breaks because the university won't let students stay on campus unless they pay extra. Hopefully Hulu and Youtube will help me keep everything together.
Breeze-Mist Oct 2018
If
I could
Go back to
My childhood days

I
Wouldn't
Do well on
All of those tests
I'd ***** up each one
So no one would expect
That I'd automatically
Ace everything on the first try

I
Would not
Be docile
To all adults
Because then I could
Express my discontent
With the adults in power
With less hesitation now

I
Would not
Quiet down
Stop acting up
Hide my discomfort
So that maybe now
I'd be less afraid to
Show the bad parts of my mind
To show those signs of mental pain

I
Instead
Would make sure
That I could live
As free as I could
Unafraid to fall
Less afraid of power
Maybe not entir'ly free
But enough to want to live now
Breeze-Mist Oct 2018
Somewhere deep inside
Despite this new openness
I still feel alone
Something I realized at 3 am while drawing a picture I couldn't get out of my mind.
Breeze-Mist Oct 2018
For all my efforts
Often I still find myself
Stuck in the between

Even if I lived
For eons in all the realms
I'd still stand right here
Breeze-Mist Oct 2018
My eyes are misted
The tears a force of nature
I do not know why

But of I knew it
Beyond the veil of my mind
Perhaps I'd forget
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