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Finding inner strength is hard That is to say, when my eyes are tired and I'm perpetually bored with everything that might be the possibility of some sort of unforseen progression, I lose any words to hold in the moment with something you might conceed to understand. Sand me down with your selfish demands and gritty hands after two days past when you should've cleaned up a bit. Maybe in late summer the rag **** will swirl about and I'll say I have an allergy headache and maybe that's why I'm congested and mildly depressed and sure, maybe that's it or maybe it's because of all the cigarettes. Don't hate me if I don't answer I've just found something new to captivate my attention for the moments when we part. The tension of what's expected hangs thick in incense smoke and anticipation. I'm migrating into something misplaced and full of consternation. C.e.M. August 16, 2015
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
heavy chested confessions
Finding inner strength is hard That is to say, when my eyes are tired and I'm perpetually bored with everything that might be the possibility of some sort of unforseen progression, I lose any words to hold in the moment with something you might conceed to understand. Sand me down with your selfish demands and gritty hands after two days past when you should've cleaned up a bit. Maybe in late summer the rag **** will swirl about and I'll say I have an allergy headache and maybe that's why I'm congested and mildly depressed and sure, maybe that's it or maybe it's because of all the cigarettes. Don't hate me if I don't answer I've just found something new to captivate my attention for the moments when we part. The tension of what's expected hangs thick in incense smoke and anticipation. I'm migrating into something misplaced and full of consternation. C.e.M. August 16, 2015
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Aug 29, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
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