I jump into a handstand, flipping my world onto its head. the tree dangles from the earth like my feet in the air. my hands seize the grass as I attempt to hold on. so I reunite with the ground, and my hands release their burdens.
Escapril Day 29! Prompt: inversion. This was an interesting prompt! I would love to see how you all interpret this poem and prompt. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
they are polluted by my delusion they were born to ruin my tears are acidic and my burden is heavy my fears are basic and I feel incomplete already it's a lot to wrap my head around, especially when my feet are not on the ground I'd rather ride the clouds or catch a wave who determined that life had to be so grey, day in and day out paychecks in and I already spent it, this hole I cannot get out my teardrops are acid and my god I cannot hold them in any longer my emotions are stronger the longer they harbor.
i often compare myself to a backpack a really heavy backpack, that's hard to carry for that's how i feel that my friends think of me just another burden to carry around
how do you get rid of heavy backpacks? well you can't just throw the whole thing away, you take things out slowly that's what they did, ripping parts of me away until i was left numb, with barely anything left in me
people end up throwing unwanted backpacks away sometimes they'll either donate it or straight up dispose of it in the trash just like they'll send me away, in hopes of never seeing me again or they'll straight up abandon me, like most have done anyways
i'm so sick of being the unwanted backpack.
heavy backpacks are always a burden, no matter how many valueable things they may be able to carry inside of them
I gained weight my shoulde(r)s slouch(e)d at the burden I am carrying that'(s) increasing with my age as time piles my waist ex(p)ands fertility is just an adjective with(o)ut a part(n)er sen(sib)ly carry(i)ng (li)fe's weigh(t) (y)ou
Flash of a camera goes off and I rush into the shadows, because the picture will look all wrong if I am in it. Conversations circle my head aimlessly, all connected by a single thread that has slipped from my grasp. A game of cards that I watch from the sidelines. Memories are made in front of me and I cannot have a slice of them—they are not mine. I was there, but they are not mine. Because you smile when I wave and I laugh at jokes that I don’t fully understand and we complain, compliment, communicate, but you are a stranger to me. I am a stranger to you. You, polished jade stone in vicious waters, yet the waves yield to you and your iridescence and all of your beautiful stone companions. I am a pebble who gets caught in the tide, too desolate to swim back to shore, too afraid to join you in the deep. I cannot stop fighting the current. There is no hope for me if I do, for I will sink, settle on the sandy floor with my back arched and my hands shaking and join my fellow forsaken, solidified into a gritty brick of aching bones and broken spirits. I will no longer be your burden. I will be something you do not bother to look at twice. You will float above me with nothing to haunt you. But even as I am fighting the current all my life I am still dissolving bit by bit. As though I am destined to fade away no matter how hard I try to stay.
Some people can't understand. Some people don't understand yet. And some people refuse to understand. But just like it's not your job to prove people wrong, the burden doesn't fall on you to make them understand. Focus on the people who do support you and understand. Because you should never have to defend how you live your life.
rain falls on roof tops acid desecrates energy in the air rain falls onto us sprinkling in your hair we look perfect skin soft deflection corrupts meaning but the acid obliterates any sign of fear pain that we bear is nothing for vanity gasping for a breath to see past depression bear the burden of self awareness with me move forward lovely words to follow we mean them dearly insert our minds into perfect reality
I’m hanging off a building that I’d decided not to jump now I’m wishing I was thinner not so heavy or as plump for the weight in my belly is now heavier than in my head yet it’s hard to hold on, I know for a man whose well fed this change of heart in me has me cursing on the edge a change of mind, I fear is too late on the ledge sure, the worlds a little heavy now thinking of all the food all the meals and the delicacy I wish I’d never chewed If a little had I to nibble I’d be much lighter now yes, I’d have cheated death and still hold on somehow but now these greasy fat fingers which held once a burger or two are hardly hanging on and now are slipping through oh the life I’d give to live a chance to change my mind to find some strength, to weave to push up and to climb with only one hope now in sweets, thats kept me alive just to hang in there or let go maybe bounce back and survive