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 Mar 2017 Joseph Thomson
Breanna
Slowly bending, and I'm bound to break
Slowly killing, and I cannot shake
These feelings that I will not make it
And everyday I have to go on faking
That I'm fine, and I cannot take it.
I want a home of my own
A place to go when nobody else is home
I keep fighting but these demons inside
They eat me alive
Put them away but they cannot hide
Always on my mind
Even when I try they are always there
I gasp but I can't find air
The nightmares they never go away
Every night I'm stuck and I can't be saved
I **** up everything good in my life
I should be use to it now but I cannot find
The peace I need to be able to shine  
I do it to myself and I know that this time
Somehow can't grow my wings to fly
I don't know how to be alone
How to run the show
I can't even make my own decisions I know
I have to do something to finally be okay
Is it go home or just stay away
Take it day by day
At least that's what they say
Keep your head up and just shake it off
My head may be hard but my heart is soft
Trying so hard to get back on my feet
But every time I end up hitting my knees
I feel so weak
I've made it through so much worse than this
But I cannot miss
All the feelings that I do not belong
Sing the chorus and they cut the song
It's my life and I'm losing control
Spinning in circles and I can't find home
Oh wait, I had it but now it's gone
Slowly bending and I'll prolly break
Better bring the tape
But I'll be okay
It's the only option at this point I know
It's time for me to reach out and grab control
It feels like
there is a volcano
rupturing inside of me.
I can feel it in my chest
I feel it throughout
my veins
and if you ever see this,
look at it as if
it is a message
in a bottle at
the bottom of the sea
that reads
"come find me."
 Mar 2017 Joseph Thomson
km
Sometimes I just need a break
A break from this crazy life
Wanting to go to somewhere peaceful
With nature all around
Instead of flashy city lights.
Is that too much to ask for?
With all that’s going on,
Each day gets overwhelming and frustrating.
Told to do things I'm not interested in
Yet I still do it for them.
Wherever I go,
All eyes are on me.
Always expected to do my best
Even when sometimes I can’t.
I always ask for forgiveness
And think I’m never good enough.
With all that’s going on,
All I need is just a break.
A break from this crazy life
 Mar 2017 Joseph Thomson
Solaces
I drove to nowhere one day and found somewhere..
A somewhere inside of me that was always there..
It took getting nowhere to find it there..
And now that I am here, I will always be there..
For you, for me, for all of us..
Sometimes nowhere gets you somewhere..
I was always here and there.
 Mar 2017 Joseph Thomson
Gidgette
Snow falls on the Bradford pears today
As I sit in this window
like a store front, deranged maniquin
Watching..
Those trees look like clouds
White, fluffy
But they can never float away
Tethered to the earth by roots and trunks
If one were to try and cut them free,
they would surely die

I think of the way snow flakes cover each already white, bloom
Like they're making love, after a long parting
Only to part again with the change of season
A chance encounter, between the blooms, and flakes
When the clouds scatter and the moon shines,
The flakes kisses will sparkle on the petals
and make love in a new way~A
I will touch you,
when the hands of time will be echoing a melody of despair,
I will touch you,
like the morning breeze
that gently sits on the pine watching over my window,
I will touch you,
rest will have your shadow,
my embrace to be the sole owner of your warmth.
I will touch you ,
slowly, in the dark
of existence
I've been drowning in blindfolded.
I will touch you,
like waves do with shores,
overwhelmed by oblivious silence
of you and I, two worlds apart,
growing apart,
lost and unfound,
eternally untouched.
My soul is the canvas you had been painting all your dreams on but couldn't wait for them to dry.
Colors consuming me while you're getting black and white.
And you
would you jump on a plane
for me
that would be able to steal a star from the sky for you?
I'd steal it
so that you could come after it
to realize
I'm both
destiny and destination
Oh stranger,
this pain and love, this pain of love,
everything's been getting unendurable.
The charge of my soul gets heavier
through the passing of time,
our clocks stand still,
though we share the same time frame.
Blindfolded confined in a labyrinth,
any given time
I found myself drawn towards
your lonesome and gloomy shadow,
drifting to be yielded to you.
I wrote this one inspired by several lines by Walt Whitman though they are filtered to my own individual experience.

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