#accumulation poems on Hello Poetry

Jeremy Betts Apr 15

I have become the sum of all my fears and failures
The accumulation through the years,
To some degree,
Is on another level then most others
Uninstalled the self installed blinders
Hoping to stumble across some left behind life perks
I didn't know this is how finders keepers works
Nothing found has kept me off the ground,
Barley kept me out the ground,
And every moment hurts
For what it's worth,
I don't know what I'm worth
Starting to wonder,
Just internally first,
But maybe this whole thing is cursed
Or worse
There was never a purpose of falling prey to thirst

©2024

#fears #failures #accumulation #cursed #blinders #stumbling #hurt #pain #worthless #worthwhile

George Krokos Jul 2023

Simple Observation #353 - A lot of people.....

A lot of people in the world labor under the weight of too many things
they have accumulated in their lifetime and to which their mind clings.
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From "Simple Observations" - ongoing writings since the early '90's.

#people #world #labor #weight #many #things #accumulation #lifetime #mind #clinging

Lady Grey Oct 2017

This Vicious Cycle

All this dread and regret is getting out of hand
It’s staining my skin
Seeping through my hair
Contaminating the walls,
The floors,
Everything i touch

They go hand in hand, you know...
I dread things i shouldn’t give a second thought to,
And regret my choices later on--
I don’t know why

It’s so **** hard

It’s a vicious cycle
  And it’s out of control

My mind just won’t let me do things
That i really ought to do
Because i know i’m only going to **** it up later
I know
I know
I can’t do it

So when it’s time to pay my dues
I prove myself right
And sink further into the
Suffocating cloud
Of regret.

#dread #regret #accumulation #outofcontrol #depressing #viciouscycle

Martin Narrod Apr 2014

I am in levels. Past levels. this deep intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite.

I am in levels. Past levels. This deep, intrinsic wonderful lost, the lawlessness of its fascinating expenditure of excite. Pushing through the wild and feral snow-dusted plains and timber ridges. Like red-spotted dots breathing through the cylinders called the spine. This descends into a narrow channel of scantly clad greenish scenery in a time-soaked visionary wilderness of snow,
Our crab legs dancing down wiry purple highways, our heads could not even look backwards if we had wanted.

Furious, love-latitudes, stalking breaths thwacking fork-ended tongues into a pinkish knot buried into the first layer of organic membrane on this railway of miniature canals, showing. And their pride snuck into the elbows, shooting down each vertebrae as it stepped with great precision every ledge that the currency emphasized. The raw accumulation of stolen heart-beats rattling between the interstices of new fuel careering these red engines. Crashing with exquisite pleasure into one another.

#love #poem #poetry #want #need #hope #faith #time #lost #in #nature #past #stars #i #green #red #and #steps #this #fantasy #breathe #am #snow #crashing #passing #poets #deep #dear #exciting #intrinsic #work #journal #diary #pink #tongue #breathing #natural #wonderful #pleasure #another #landscape #martinnarrod #landscapes #accumulation #furious #charity #levels #deardiary #breaths #snow-dusted #narrow #clad #greenish #scenery #pastoral #pastoralworks #dots #lawlessness #fascinate #snowdusted #sn #engines #exquisitepleasure #dearjournal #fork #elbows #necks #nape #headquarters #faithhopeandcharity #godliness

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