I can't feel my fingers
I can't feel my toes been put through the ringer I can't feel my woes I press against my ribs and teeth and make sure my feet are underneath my floating head this feeling I dread my god I need a release but a release would mean things are not as they seem and I would still be numb left high, dry and dumb so numb I will stay a lifeless bouquet of fingers and toes and all of my woes
feeling like nothing
Remember when you held me in your arms
and told me you'd always love me a perfect thing, without harm but all of sudden there was he he who stole my vital role in the love we shared but you did not care for anything else like the books on your shelf because it was his picture that remained
I must have seen his picture on that ******* bookshelf a thousand times before I questioned it.
I have a thing or two
on my mind one is you, the other to find a safe place a refuge a place to let truth be itself but not known left unsaid and alone Maybe I'll share it when I'm desperate I'll sadly pair it with you
I have a hard time letting people in. It did not always used to be like that, and I swore to my mother I would always be a free, fun-loving soul. But that has changed, inevitably I am told.
Force a smile
and stand up straight first leg's a mile ready at the gate Please do not worry if you cannot relate we're off in a hurry it's sort of innate To leap and bound and always be late but always be running it's sort of our fate To run and never get there to die and never know where or why our fate is unfair or if you ever did care
You were playing the game from day one
yes, you won how could a father do that to his son his only one? I do not understand, and I do not even want to rather what I'll do is play the game too and have lots of fun yes me, your won
One to Won.
Sick I'm ****
I mean **** I'm sick See I didn't mean to blind you can you put that behind you? Ill I'm **** I mean **** I'm ill Now you're starting to blame me listing all the reasons you hate me But you're ******* sick too I mean you're a sick **** too There is no reason you had to do me like that I mean do me like this now I see my therapist three times a week take pills to sleep record what I eat stand on my own two feet I'm getting better now so I can be the one to take a bow
I used to think apple were apples
As long as they weren't oranges Then I got wiser; learned it isn't just a roll, It's Kaiser And then you asked to play Mcintosh? Oh, Macintosh But I was a honey crisp And let's face it, you're a gala full o' **** But I took a taste, and with such haste Then followed with vigor making you feel bigger But only at first, with such intense thirst it's over now Thanks for playing? I guess Take a bow
The first poem I wrote in a short series - processing an emotional set of circumstances I found myself in. The series took about 2 months to complete, although it still feels unfinished. Will be posting them as I work through their content.