they say to be thankful for what you have but what if you don't have anything? they say to pray for the less fortunate but what if you are the less fortunate? they say to take care of yourself but what if you don't want to? what then?
they say to be thankful for what you have but what if you don't have anything? they say to pray for the less fortunate but what if you are the less fortunate? they say to take care of yourself but what if you don't want to? what then?
I have stummbled over a sidewall and bumped into a wall its over ten feet tall and painted black it runs a thousand miles long on both ends and a thousand feet below ground it speaks no words but i can hear its screams i have bumoed into a wall with no way over it or around it i don't know what to do now so what now
i've had writers block for like 10 days i feel so lost
Simple motions Always with repetition Consistently being dealt Creating physical pain felt From those so close Those who are to protect him The voice you hear Repeats ever so clear As the words begin Time and time again The cruel sounds from Those who are to protect him Small simple details Seemingly inconsequential When they are viewed The hurt lies within
meandering paths, blind turns unfathomable milestones, sand built inns rarely comes across the shiny black tar imparting hope, embracing dithering steps yet, set aflame by desires we tread on, hurting ourselves onto the path vanishing into the oblivion
emptiness its not much of a feeling, but a state of mind its like a void that cannot be filled it has absorbed everything but its never full it swallowed everything there is nothing but its not full its empty
there is sound far off there is a thump a thump so silent i cannot hear it if i think inside the emptiness there is nothing i cannot see its dark its empty
I wrote this in the 8th grade. What was I thinking about?