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 Dec 2017 Tristan Brown
capybara
my cat is smarter than the president
there is a problem with that
 Dec 2017 Tristan Brown
Mister J
I quit
I quit this mediocrity called Life
This existence filled with paradoxes
This life which lacks any form of happiness
These days that are filled with suffering

I quit
I quit this depression that eats me
This sadness that has long plagued me
This hatred that drives my every day
This angst that hovers over my head

I quit
I quit this stupid blaming game
Where I never took an ounce of responsibility
Where I hide behind flawed reasoning
Where I let my flowery tongue do my ***** work

I quit
I quit this pursuit of temporary happiness
Where I let Chance give or take control of me
Where I blindly wait for fruitless promises
Where I let this unfair Life give me anxieties

I QUIT
I QUIT THIS STUPID GAME
I QUIT FROM EVERYTHING THAT CONTROLS ME
From now on I am master of my fate
I am the captain of my ship
I alone pursue what I want
and not let anything come by chance
I will take responsibility for my actions
and take all the blame for my iniquities
I will not let anxiety take hold of me
and free my mind from all negativity
I will give up the pursuit of false joy
and in exchange pursue true wisdom
That this life is not as complicated
as what I thought it was.
That this life is just a simple struggle
and will only yield to those who are strong
Strong in mind and heart
Those willing to recognize and accept all weaknesses
and to change and convert them to strength

Whoever sits upon Heaven's Throne
Give me the courage to resign from this "Life"
and give me the strength and will
To start the change that I always wanted in me
Been thinking deeply these past few days.
I found myself at a crossroad in Life
I always thought of "quitting"
just be free from all of this madness

Now I found a new resolve to pursue my dreams
The real dreams that always hid behind the fallacies
I'm ready now and this time..

...
I won't quit.
One time I wrote a poem about you and it went viral
Now 6,000 people know you treated me like I was garbage
Now 6,000 people know how you hurt me without using your hands
Now 6,000 people are aware that you damaged my mental health more than anyone else
Now 6,000 people know that you made me cry every single day
Now 6,000 people felt my pain through my words
Now 6,000 people get to know that you did not lay a hand on me but still left me abused and scarred

One time I wrote a poem about you and it was so well received
Now 6,000 people support my every day struggle to stay strong
Now 6,000 people have shown love to me even though they do not even know my last name
Now 6,000 people are there for me in ways you never were
Now 6,000 people are able to talk about how they felt the way I felt and never want to feel those aches again
Now 6,000 people may have the courage to battle a villain like you
Now 6,000 people may be able to stand up to severe abuse like I finally was able to
Thank you all for giving me strength.
Loss of hope.
Loss of breath.
In my death there's  nothing left.
Realize the real lies with real eyes.

Cannot cope.
I hope you choke.
Blurred with smoke it's not a joke.
I see no lies in your eyes.
But I see you cry.

O' I die.
I'm falling
Walking
Talking.
I'm crawling.
Falling to the ground
without a single sound.

Take a hold of me.
I cannot see.
Who do you want me to be?
Why can't I be free?
To be me.

Gasp for breath
Grasp of skin.
Live in sin.
Needles and pins.
I can't see the lies in your teary eyes.

Take my life.
Shoot the gun.
Breath there's none.
It's so much fun.
You see the lies in my eyes.
You see me cry.

O' I die.
I'm falling
Walking
Talking.
I'm crawling.
Falling to the ground
without a single sound.

Take a hold of me.
I cannot see.
Who do you want me to be?
Why can't I be free?
To be me.
 Dec 2017 Tristan Brown
elizabeth
words dance across
the pages of that
worn, old paper

my eyes dart
back and forth
like small fish
hoping to find
some morsel of nourishment

but all i have found
is bitter hate and despise-
things that are inedible

but i gobble them up-
desperate for anything
your hand provides

they say do not bite
the hand that feeds you

but what if that is the
same hand that
stabs and bruises your heart?
what then, little fish?

do you continue to
**** yourself by consuming
their poisoned love?

or do you simply choose
to live and swim away?
August 3, 2017.
 Dec 2017 Tristan Brown
Barker
Lines
 Dec 2017 Tristan Brown
Barker
The line between
Love and Hate
Is a lot
Thinner
Than you would think
(c)ibarker
 Dec 2017 Tristan Brown
Arati
there are things that inspire me.
odd things
in odd places
they tap a well inside
which I never knew was there
and suddenly
I'm overflowing
but these things are good at hiding
impossible to find
for they never appear
while I am searching.

there are peaceful moments.
calm
and quiet
pieces of time that seem to move much slower
than the rest
these moments are comfy and lovely and
mine
but moments are moments
never meant to last.

there is love.
an intimate moment
two glowing hearts
firey feelings
and quiet laughs
but for me
love was only that
a firey feeling
that eventually
turned only to ash

goodness
is so fleeting
things
too good at hiding
moments
only moments
and love
was just a fire

but they're what makes life
worth it

for they always come
and they're always perfect.
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