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Seeds of doubt churn with streams of hurt
Blazing trails from brain to heart
It all collects, it pools deep there
Adopting the role of abuser, turning me prisoner
Before life spills over the razors edge
Ribbons of red spill over, off the ledge
Must I follow?
Must I alway question the finality of every tomorrow?

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My crazy is harmless
To everyone, but me
I don’t usually suffer
But I always bleed
I have set myself free
Wondering if someone will come after me
It can’t be just anybody
He’s gotta be a special somebody
To me
Maybe he doesn’t exist
Or he’s someone from the past I missed
Lots find their one
I hope I am one of them
Who doesn’t have to wonder
About their someone
For all my days, until they’re done
For fear I forfeited love
I look for you in poems you have
Not written and the ones that
You have yet to write,
I know you are hiding
In between the well spaced
Out words of a love
Poem that I have
Not found yet.
What would it mean,
this inverse capacity
for finding the illogical,
a contemplation upon
an endless mystery

This life you find yourself in,
a planet,
a place you didn't choose

why perhaps this realm
of disintegration
presents such
complex struggle

to find peace,
to seek something
higher,
this insane desire
in a reality so fleeting

what a perplexing thought
this is,
to have tranquility
even amidst
the most violent
of worlds

solve this puzzle,
a prize to unlock
where meaninglessness
transforms into meaning
and pointlessness
becomes the point
In a room full of people
I would be a nameless, faceless person,
just another face in the crowd
You wouldn't even notice.
and You would always be
the beacon of light
that draws me in.
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