27/F/Texas Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit from A Wrinkle in Time. Every poem I read feels like a gift. 498 followers / 5.3k words
Hurry- Send the troops A new war has begun. A war deep inside of me. We will need ammo We need survival strategy. Find me someone- Who has experienced This war before Find me someone- Who can help me win.
How wonderful it would be- To find the light I know dwells inside of me. I know you want to help me, But don't you understand? The difficulty of finding the sun, When I've been relying on the moon?
Here I go again To this place I cannot escape It is my own personal prison- I am the one who made This inescapable cage. The steel bars, The prison guards- All my creation. My own personal Alcatraz.
I was the unbroken. The challenge. All the fates- Tried to keep me down. I always got up. I would run- Run away from the pain. But this time, It caught me, And here I am Trying to fight it, But I know, Deep inside, I have already lost. *I have been broken.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect I'm sorry I can't be the person You need me to be. I tried so hard for you, But now I know for sure There's only one person I know how to be And that person is **me
It will be interesting to see- The end of days. When the sun is blocked out of the sky And havoc will encompass the earth, Will I be the one trying to find the light? Or will I be the bacteria Thriving in the darkness?
Please excuse me, Something is not right. I look alive, But believe me when I tell you A part of me has died. A piece of a puzzle lost long ago Underneath miles of rubble In a destroyed world Since then I've been searching For the last piece of my soul Only to find I made a bigger hole. Now I'm falling Deep into this hole I made. Still looking for the puzzle piece That is burning at the center of the earth.