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moss Sep 2015
dear,
beloved
clouds bring me
your deluge for I am
parched. this well has gone
dry, and I have nothing left to give,
so water me with your life and let me
live lushly. let my leaves become dark green
instead of this dry brown that crumbles at any
touch. pump my wilted stems with energy
to power my brilliant growth towards the
shinning blue sky that will gratefully
occur after the rain.
moss Jan 2016
She asked me if I wanted to go
I told the truth, I told her "no"
I'd much prefer to stay right here
And if I could, I'd disappear
Well, she got mad and asked me "why"
She said that I don't even try
I said I couldn't handle crowds
They close me in and scream so loud
She scoffed and said "oh, that's the case"
With disappointment on her face
"It makes it difficult to breathe
When closed in tight, the people seethe
I hear my heartbeat in my hand
My legs , they shake, and I can't stand
I try to hide, but don't succeed
People notice, my faults decreed"
"Well, this is how you learn," she said
Which hit me like a brick of lead
I said, "No, that's not how it is
You think you are, but you're no wiz"
"You should go out; you're a recluse
To socialize is no abuse
Face your fears, and live you're life
You're causing everyone such strife"
Even if I wasn't afraid
I'd still prefer quiet and shade
I guess I'm going anyway
Here comes another stressful day
moss Aug 2015
the shrill sound
sends shivers
down my
spine
as
I
am
forced
to think of
the time ticking
and never quitting
morning=mourning
moss Aug 2015
What if I'm not good enough
What if my mind finally crumbles
What if I just can't be tough
What if my feet start to stumble

What if my fake little smile
Couldn't hold up my face
What if they don't walk a mile
In my shoes, in my place

What if they know how much I care
About them and everything
What if they shoot me out of the air
And saw off my frail wings

What if I decide to trust someone
But I make a mistake
What if I don't say that I'm done
Before I fall and break

What if I act just a little too nice
And they only take me for granted
What if I point out a horrible vice
And their opinion of me is slanted

I know, I know
I say I don't care
*Yet, full of woe
I've no smiles to spare
I've recently been realizing how long I've been living in denial about how much I care what other people think about me. In all honesty, I couldn't care less if people make judgments based on how I look or dress because that only shows how shallow and superficial they are. However, it's been occurring to me how terrified I am of people making judgments about me, as a person, based on things I do or the way I act.
moss Apr 2015
He thumps in your chest
Never stops to rest
Beat and beat
From head to feet
Keeps you going
Keeps blood flowing
Pumps life in you
'Til your life is through

Despite his cause
He recieves no applause
For he's to blame
For all our pain
But is that true
If only we knew
The anatomical heart
Isn't the one tearing us apart

He does his job
Doesn't blab his gob
And yet we gloat
On our scapegoat
We point our flaws
Against all laws
And he is the defendant
Still we are so dependant

He says, "I'm full of reason.
I've comitted no treason.
If you feel drained,
Accuse the brain.
She always gets away with it.
It makes me want to have a fit.
She toys with your emotions.
I've created no commotion."

Feeling comes from our mind
So next time try to be kind
Because the atomical heart
Is an important body part
And you wouldn't want to beat it down
Then one day find that it has drowned
In your false accusations
Made by your frustrations
moss May 2015
Foot tapping
Hand shaking
Mind racing
Walls breaking
Strength taking
Nail biting
Head throbbing
Knees clattering
Life shattering

*Leave me,
Anxiety!
moss Sep 2015
She burnt up as her life burnt down
But her screams for help did not make a sound
And all of the joys that she had ever found
Were long turned into ashes now
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
moss May 2020
a little girl
staring, distracted
by the scars on my thighs

she points
"what happened"
with concern in her eyes

...

I pause
"a very mean cat"
I mutter with dismay

she looks
she considers it
and she says, "okay"

I wonder
if she had asked more
what would I say

"this cat
is untamed and unreliable
but it's certainly not a stray

this cat
sleeps in my bed at night
and follows me every day

this cat
I try to ignore or dispute
but it's here to stay

this cat
I'm used to the violence
so it's okay"
moss Feb 2015
While others dream sweetly
in the comfort of their minds,
you scream in the hurricane of your own.
Your mind is a knot
and when you try to untie it,
it just gets more tangled.
All your faults and mistakes
throw themselves further into you.
They are a tidal wave
and when you try to swim,
you just get pulled in
deeper below the surface,
into the sea of thoughts, emotions, and dreams.
You keep wishing on the stars
but when you reach out to touch them
they just fly farther away
from the reach of your hand
which slowly retreats back
to its guarding position
shielding your ears
so that the voices will stop;
the silent whispers that are so loud
they make the walls cave in
and as they fall you are buried alive
by everyone and everything.
And once you dig deep enough into yourself,
it all goes quiet as an eerie silence
covers your entire body and you are still;
paralyzed with feeling as you try to block it all out
because it’s all too much.
And you remain frozen until the sun rises
and saves you from your mind.
11/25/2014-- yeah I know this poem *****... I wrote it after 3 days without sleep and when you're sleep deprived your mind doesn't really filter thoughts... but oh well.
moss Sep 2015
this voice of mine was designed
to be written, not spoken
to be read, not heard

but we seem to live in a society where
to be seen, you have to be loud
and they say written words can't shout

and so I shall forever remain
invisible

but only to those
who keep their eyes closed
to choose to be blind is to choose to only hear a fraction of those who wish to speak
moss Jun 2015
What a wondrous delight!
We have conquered the night!
Oh, this glorious light,
Has driven off our fright!

But- gosh golly- oh my!
Have you seen the bright sky?
Do not worry or sigh,
For today, we will fly!

In the clouds, we will soar!
High up, above the moor!
Oh, how the sea will roar,
When we're far past the shore!

Come now, and please do follow!
There's not time tomorrow!
Do not sit and wallow,
But fly like the swallow!

Fly now, my bird,
**For we shall never know
When the skies will close.
Sometimes we spend so much time comparing how good something is to other good things. But sometimes to enjoy the present good, you must compare it not to the brightest day but rather the darkest night. Change your perspective.
moss May 2015
Photographs can't capture
The majesty of sight
The daisies in the rain
Cloaked in vibrant light

Recordings can't capture
The music of ears
Melody of wonder
All I wish to hear

Words can't always capture
Feelings I possess
Raging storms in me
Leave me as a mess
moss Sep 2015
the child gazed with caramel eyes
up towards the vast, dark sky
and with contentment he sighed
as he watched a dragonfly
make its way into the night
moss May 2015
Thinking about him:
palpatations

Being around him:
flutter

Talking to him:
fibrillation

All that's left is
cardiac arrest...
Far from poetry, but I found this while I was cleaning my room and thought it was interesting. I think I wrote it a couple years ago.
moss Jan 2016
I don't feel good, but I don't feel bad
I don't feel empty, and I don't feel mad
I feel a little blue, but I'm not sad
I feel a little yellow, but I'm not glad

I kind of want to talk, but I cannot explain
My confused emotions and what's inside my brain
What I don't understand acts as a chain
That holds me down and brings me pain

I don't want to be touched, but I want to cuddle
I don't want sunshine, but I don't want puddles
My mind seems incomprehensibly muddled
And my mixed-up thoughts leave me befuddled
moss Jan 2016
you let your eyes look right through me
my body made of translucent plastic
what would it take for you to see
that I am not completely elastic

stretch me long enough and I'll snap
bend me far enough and I will break
shred me and I'll remain in scraps
fragment me and I'll fall into flakes
moss Feb 2016
Inside her head lived a dark cloud
That dampened all her thoughts
And roared with thunder storms so loud
The lightning like gunshots

The cloud got bigger all the time
With the turmoil that it stored
It got so big, it made her rhyme
But when it rained, it poured

She rained, and rained, and rained, and drowned
She rained until she dried
But no one ever heard a sound
She stuffed it back inside

She sometimes felt she got it out
And could almost see the sun
But just because she had a drought
Didn't mean that she had won

She kept a little residue
To metastasize again
That's why she always feels so blue
Why melancholy is her friend
moss Mar 2015
The smallest flakes of hope
That shine like little stars
Are floating from the heavens.
As they land on my pale skin
They begin to melt away
Back into their liquid form.
I am so cold, but so are they.
How can they melt on me?
It's odd how such fragile crystals
Can create such a deadly storm.
moss Jun 2015
Usually I hide away
Deep within my shell
I'm safe

Usually I just obey
Ignorance, I sell
I'm sound

Usually I do not say
And I dare not tell
I'm silent

Somehow, unlike anyone else
*You make me comfortable
When I'm vulnerable
moss Aug 2015
society revels in the riddle of conformity
every day, living out this deformity
begging to keep up this crazed enormity
moss Nov 2019
you are an a d d i c t i v e substance,
     and you still haven't left my system.
a potent chemical coursing through my veins,
     making me beg for just a little more.
one more conversation, one more smile,
     one more hit to tide me over for a while.
but i keep coming back a g a i n and a g a i n,
      "i promise this is my last hit,"
           but it never is.

i can compare you to nicotine,
     but in some ways you are worse.
the stench of that "lava flow" vape juice
     is still permeated in my car upholstery.
the sickening, sweet smell reminding me
     of what i have disallowed myself to posses.

but with you
     the reminders are all around,
and the cravings
     don't lessen after three days.

you aren't doing me any good
     i'm aware.
that's why i'm trying to quit you.

but the voice in my head w h i s p e r s
     that you aren't that bad,
           that i can handle it.

so i'll keep waiting for these cravings to fade,
     but i won't say that i'm an a d d i c t.
i'm sure you'd hate this and i hope you do if you ever come across it
moss Jun 2015
in the dead of night
the silence overwhelms me
and I can hear all
moss Oct 2015
envelop me with your yellowed pages
as I read of stories throughout the ages
let me melt into your printed letters
and wash them away like stormy weather
let me sink into your wondrous words
until my wounds are mended and cured

oh please, dear novel,  be so kind
and let me escape my wretched mind
my weary eyes have not the strength
to focus for your extended length
the voice that reads inside my head
has grown so brittle and nearly dead

so allow me, I beg of you, only to be
a part of your tale, and I'll be free
moss Sep 2015
Your faults they will seem to ignore
Your value they claim to adore
They don't make it seem like a chore
They don't claim that it makes them sore
Until they are done and slam the door
Only to leave you on the floor
Kindness didn't used to be a war
It doesn't seem like that anymore
Though they used to restore
They now only deplore
They will drown you 'til you're washed ashore
Until you've nothing left to live for
Some people take "**** them with your kindness" the wrong way.
moss Jun 2015
he kept trying to convince himself
that he didn't need anyone else
so he spent his days up on a shelf

many hours went by when he just thought
about how independent he was
so without help his battles were fought

sometimes he would almost get worn out
but he had a fear of going soft
so his freedom he never did doubt

without others he could feel alone
although he had grown far much too cold
so he was lonlier than they'd known
moss Jul 2015
I know that no one understands me.
No one ever has,
and I don't expect anyone ever will.
If I spoke in
every language ever murmured,
no one would know what my words meant.
Even if, as I spoke,
the sea and stars
and all the universe
rolled off my tongue,
my words would still never reach anyone's ears.
But, for some reason,
I keep waiting for someone
to come along and know my depths
before I breathe a single word.
Feeling in the mood for some free form today :)
I know that to some people this may sound kind of like emo or something, but it's totally not. Recently I've felt oddly content in the knowledge that I think differently than others and not as empty about the fact that I've never known anyone who really got me. It's almost become comforting, in a way, to know that no one else is thinking your thoughts.
moss Jun 2015
There's always a place
Where the sand meets the sea,
Yet Earth's changing face
Seems so stable to me.

Nature is a maze
Mountains, deserts, and plains,
Yet we, in our craze,
Seem to enjoy its chains.

Dependence, we own
We kiss the dry soil,
Yet seeds we have sown
Seem so worth the toil.

Pains we do endure
Natural disaster,
Yet this ground's allure
Results in hereafter.
moss Jun 2015
and sometimes she thought
all her life had ever wrought
was a thickened plot

and tied in a knot
she wondered if she would rot
every time she fought

and she was distraught
that she might never be caught
she was always fraught

and she hadn't taught
herself all the things she ought
so sickness she bought
moss Sep 2015
Her name was embroidered on his fragile heart
Only thin stitches kept him from falling apart
The thousands of needle ****** couldn't compare
To the agony he felt when she was not there
His aorta was lined with little yarn knots
That made her fill and clutter all of his thoughts
As the thick blood passed through it got stuck in the thread
And he could not forget a single word that she said
And so a blood clot formed and he fell in love
She was now something he could never be free of
moss May 2015
sleep, I need you dearly
                                  why
                    ­            do
                          you
                   hold
            back
      from
me?
my eyes are sluggish and
          
             I am overbearingly weary
                                                   why
                                                 do
                                           you
                                     hide
                             away
                    from
             me?
             oh, how can you not see me
                            
                          in this pale haze, I'm dreary
                                                          ­         why
                                                             ­    do
                                                          you
  ­                                                   lie
                                          awake
           ­                         with
                            me?
   ­                      you drown me, I am dying...
moss Oct 2016
for any meaning to flow through my fingertips
or for flowery words to pass my lips
it seems I must experience a personal apocalypse
or lose myself in romantic feelings' grips

falling apart, my world crumbles
each breath I take, a catastrophic stumble
my motivation hardly mumbles
my brain maintains a senseless jumble
and the words seep through my pores

falling in love, my world glows
each breath I take, my jubilance grows
my motivation never slows
my brain maintains a continual flow
and the words seep through my pores

so which is it today?
well who's to say?
maybe it all sounds too cliche.
at least I'm writing anyway.
"I write best when I am either falling in love or falling apart."
-Rudy Francisco
moss Jan 2016
I feel red like a snow sled
the big bow tie with vibrant thread
sweet apples, backyard shed
pain that's left from words unsaid

I feel gold like treasures old
the pages found in stories told
sunflowers, marigolds
shining heavens to behold

I feel green like a back screen
the meadows shown in nature scenes
flower stems, crunchy beans
velvet drapes fit for a queen

I feel blue like morning dew
the sky in which the blue jay flew
sad goodbyes, long boo-hoos
rain to make the earth anew
I started this before I thought about the fact that NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE.... what is wrong with the English language?
moss Nov 2015
a gray fog cloaked the small town
and in its mist, the people drowned
though none of them would ever frown
but they were broken and worn down

as they watched the colors fade
the town was sheltered in its shade
melancholy is where they stayed
until they were buried by the *****

as life grew dismal, they turned their faces
and continued to run their daily races
so none acknowledged the changing places
as they were bound by conformity's braces
moss Aug 2015
she felt a connection with the moon
because it was like her in so many ways

it too illuminated the darkness
but was merely a reflection

it too was surrounded by emptiness
but was not completely alone

it too was full of craters and crevices
but still remained full
moss May 2015
the gentle showers
bring soft and quiet hours
and water flowers
moss Feb 2015
Silent waves, sparkling sea,
Happiness and plunder,
It all turns to gloom and doom,
As I realize: we're going under.

Overboard! Overboard!
Try and learn to swim!
Sharks and fish,
Make a wish,
As you're slapped by fins.

Crying, praying,
Trying, fraying,
Way to take a chance.
Up 'til now you had no clue,
Life was so precious.

Now it grows dark and dreary,
Farther that you sink.
Until now, you've held your breath,
But you let it go and wonder:
Should I have given up just now,
Or tried a little harder?
06/12/2013
moss Sep 2020
mornings are hard for me
and they're getting worse exponentially

because last night i told myself
"it's okay, we'll try again tomorrow"
and i set my worries up on the shelf
only to awaken to another day of sorrow

i sleep too much, but it's filled with chaotic dreaming
waking up ten times, heart racing, staring at the ceiling

because i can't escape all the overwhelming feelings
and i don't know where they came from, but i think it's everywhere
so i'm just sitting here, sobbing and seething
crushing my skull with my hands over my ears

and the only way i can express is through paper and rhyme
but i haven't picked up my pen in such a long time

because i think i'll cancel my therapy appointment
since last week i told her i've been off my meds for a month
and i'm so sick and tired of being a disappoinment...
when i said i was doing well, it was just a front

how many cups of coffee will it take
this morning for me to not feel like a mistake
moss Sep 2015
Green smudges on a child's knees
As he falls into the grass
After playing in the trees

Dirt puddles on a child's pants
From rolling in the soil
But no one takes a second glance

Grass stains and mud spots
The wounds of a child's play
Maybe if our scars were only that
We'd all be okay
moss Feb 2016
the sky is gray and cloudy
it's cool but not too cold
my world is resting soundly
safely and controlled

my blanket's warm and cozy
don't make me leave my bed
please go and don't be nosy
while I revisit books I've read

this kind of day makes me smile
and makes the world seem sweet
so please just let me be a while
this time is such a treat
enjoy this elementary-school-level poem about today
moss Jan 2016
He told me I seemed filled with joy
And I laughed a little bit on the inside
But I remained polite and coy
Considering at how easy it is to hide

I don't show it cause they won't care
They don't want to know what it's really like here
Living in my mind of despair
Always wishing that I could just disappear

So I'll wake up every morning
And reattach a smiling mask to my face
And they'll remain without warning
Of what it's like inside this case
Last night someone told me that I seemed happier than usual... I think I'm more conscious of what my face looks like when I'm trying to hide emotion.
moss Aug 2015
If I had to guess on what I've seen
I'm not too sure that she likes me
I've played the game, I know it well
But with this girl it's hard to tell

If I could talk to just anyone
Then talking to him would be fun
He seems funny, he seems so nice
I only need to break the ice


I'm afraid of what she might say
If I give too much of myself away
If she thinks me another man
Will she like me for who I am

When conversing, he seems so closed
Almost as if he is trying to pose
Wondering what he is hiding
I conclude that it's dividing


With her style and class she is far above me
Afraid to ask if she could ever love me
A girl like her, a boy like me
I have my wants, she is my need*

With his depth and thought he's far away from me
Afraid to wonder if he could know me
A mind like his, a fool like me
My longing for him is decreed
moss Jun 2015
All my nights are hide and seek
Searching here and there for sleep
Just around the corner, I peek
Falling down a ***** so deep
I can barely even speak
So I lay here, counting sheep
moss Oct 2015
If we don't talk for a few weeks,
Our friendship might start to seem bleak,
But are you quite sure that is a reason
To go and commit blatant treason?

If you so easily lose your interest,
You will surely create a gap, a distance,
Between what you love and who you love,
And you might never rise above.

If I can't always make the time
To find your hilltop and to it climb,
Shall you assume that I am idle and lazy
Before considering that your ridges are hazy?

If they break my bones and tear open my scars
As they stab needles into my flesh and release my stars,
Will you still wait for me to come around
When you know I am debilitated on the ground?
moss Aug 2015
I am no bird
I cannot fly in the clouds
and I do not grovel on the ground
trying to trick slimy worms

no net ensnares me
you cannot keep me enslaved
and I will not stay here in your cage
pleading for your sympathy

I am a free human being
never shall I kneel before you
and you can never make me bow down
praising your indecency

with an independent will**
never shall I let you decide
and you can never govern my life
ruling with your tyranny
"I am no bird, and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will." - Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte)
moss May 2015
All that we can see
All that we can hear
Is nothing but a dream
It isn't really there
"Reality exists in the human mind and no where else."
-George Orwell
moss May 2015
When I am near
I lose my breath
In a swift movement

When I am gone
I lose my breath
In a slow suffocation

Both are excruciating
But I can't seem to decide
Which is worse
moss Jul 2015
Do you ever feel insanity
Is almost more sane
Than this world's sick humanity
Ignoring their pain?
moss Jul 2015
I don't know how to describe
But they all seem to inscribe
Their every pain on me

Whenever someone feels down
I just kind of start to frown
But they will never see

I know it doesn't make sense
My feelings are so intense
And they drive me crazy

What I feel is much deeper
The cliff doesn't get steeper
Will I ever be free?
Struggles of an empath... It's very difficult to describe in words, but when I say I know how someone feels, I say it in all seriousness. I may not know how to express my feelings, but they're there. I kind of just soak up people's emotions unconsciously. Like, there will be someone who walks in the room who's in a bad mood, and I just kind of feel horrible without even realizing someone has walked in. Call me weird, but I can't help it. I may never say anything, but I know. And that's weird. But then my mind gets so clouded by other people's emotions that I'm not always sure how I actually feel... wow, I'm too complicated. Oh well.
moss Jan 2016
sometimes she collects her tears
and uses them as ink
so when it dries, it disappears
hiding what she thinks
with erased evidence of fears
no one even blinks
yet she is not what she appears
and deeper still she sinks
moss Nov 2022
no matter how far I've come
how much I've been doing better
I always return and succumb
to this deep and chronic fetter

the darkness slowly creeps back in
too tired, to scared, to restless
maggots wriggling under my skin
psyche becoming monstrous

I know the feeling all too well
like an old friend I can't let go
encasing me in a protective shell
personally fitted not to show

I find I've changed drastically
yet still not much at all
just a child dreaming fantastically
a forest fairy in the fall

the more I learn to love myself
the less I'm fond of others
a dress up doll atop a shelf
with poor emotional buffers

I wonder what it's like to live
as oblivious as you are
what it feels like not to give
your years to itchy scars
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