carry burdens over your back
the burdens tired and you are still in lack
of asking for help or articulate how is your back
suffering from bearing that gravities that must sack
your dream in honorable life and smart frontage
you ****** bad luck, they said you merit to attack
the life is full of burdens and pain. wo could suffer it, will win
Religiously they came
Pardoning ropes clinked to hope
Sourcing shame to sustain dreams
Balancing pride on thin lines, called peace.
Religiously they came
Leaving pure, the many sins made
Working through the morning dews
Only to cry out for their souls at night.
Expectations to be
marinating in my practice
Til I pop
Or I've lost the plot.
A true artist.
my fear of commitment
as a hunger for
I'm aimlessly floating
as if it's
the bigger picture.
I want to love,
to be loved
like anyone does.
But I'm tainted
with the mind
of a messed up
version of love;
Expiration dates on a heart.
I made myself
believe lives are
meant to be left
new to obtain.
Like a girl scout badge,
to show off to all of my friends.
I wonder where the
void in my heart exists.
Is it possible it's
from a place I already visited?
I wish I knew
where I belonged.
How can you make a curve on your face when you know
Inside you is a chaos?
The curve on your face giving others less burdens
While nobody knows how heavy the burdens you're carrying.
I wish I could carry the burdens I have as easy as how I smile to others.
I'm sad knowing that I'll be moving soon. It's more sadder when I don't know who should I tell this. I just feel like wanna **** myself for thousand times.
The noose around your neck
Is around ours
Necks warped and twisted
By pools of molten tears
Erupting without warning
She was an infected bullet wound
Giving you tetanus
A black line that raced to your mind
Reddening your eyes
So you only saw death
You burned in the fire of Hades
Capricious flames dancing
A witch burning alive
Found guilty of being human
A verdict you couldn’t live with
They can't point fingers now
At the void where you were
And their fingers are lost
In old handkerchiefs
Saturated with their tears
Flowers replace you
Where you once stood
White when they should be black
You choke on religion
We pull back the soil
Tucking you up with the earth
Kissing you with impotent words
Burying you under the rope
You carried so diligently in life
Trigger warning: suicide. This was written about suicide after my boyfriend at the time's brother killed himself. It explores his pain and the pain of those left behind.
It feels as though life is just a modgepodge of thoughts drifting like autumn winds in a China shop.
These endless thoughts that carry the weight of fallen birds.
I was really tired, like exhausted and I started writing without thinking and this is what I wrote.
singed by acute crossroads
we are marooned through indecision-
pulling our weight
trying to lighten the load
we bare it as does the earth
and the sun lying on its cot
ready to fall beneath the resting place
the coal of the hearth, warm in rage
our reflections are true in its image
everything is a mirror
if you are willing to accept what you see.
our weight falls from pinning
beneath that hibernating skyline
as the sun turns it's red steel cheek.
the chains binding us to our burdens
fall with that sleeping illuminator
pulling us to the ground, the dirt
turned to mud with our spit,
the slime of creation in the eyes
of the god we have failed.
only once our tounges rest with the rocks
as the sun does with its cot,
may we (in our eyes) look up to the creator,
and ask him to break our chain.
a different tone than my other poems, however, enjoy