I am weaker than I seem—
a product of what will never be..
my crutch hewn from the cypress tree.
As I journey such deceptive trails
along cratered depths and rocky ground
life is swollen—there—sorrows abound.
Tottering amid the dips and turns
a babe in armor while guardians stalk
my lame feet stumble—walk.
The gnarled companion
wizened with age.
He battles on while trials rage.
I couldn’t preview
such an upper hand
my knees too spindly for me to stand.
On my own
I fail the storm
my cypress crutch—lukewarm.
But take it in
a desperate grip
it becomes a stewards ship.
my weighted shoulders light.
He storms the shores beyond my sight.
I’ll take my crutch
He’ll take the blame.
And I’ll never be the same.
His cause was written before my name.
Will you be the ears?
The ears to my words.
Will you be the eyes?
The eyes to my falls.
Will you be the shoulder?
To which I depend on.
Will you be the listener?
And hear my calls.
You can say that I'm a little out of touch
I fell down but I can't climb back up
None of my friends give a ****
I guess I'm **** out of luck.
If I'm not feeling blue I dont feel much
I know they'll tell me to **** it up
Moving on is just hard as ****
I'm tired of being down on my luck.
Its like holding in the clutch
I press the gas but just rev up
Going nowhere fast my motor is ******
I blew a gasket, yeah just my luck.
I hope I won't always need a crutch
I need motivation to just wake up
Get me a drink until I don't give a ****
I guess I've been making my own bad luck.
Who was your ******* rock? The one you relied on when others relied on you? I was the keystone who kept you together and kept the others together unbeknownst to them. I was the bandage sealing the wound from the bacteria of the world, from the ill thoughts and mean-spirited things of the world. I was your ******* crutch that supported you and helped you stand upright in this world. But just like a crutch, like a bandage, I was discarded once the problem was summarily handled. I hope you bleed out next time.
This is the first thing I've written in months. Nothing like anger to make someone impassioned, heh? Either way, I just had to get something out or this was going to eat me up.
It’s been two days since I saw your name
My heart falls into my stomach whenever I do.
I turn to my crutches and hope they fill the hole inside me.
They don’t though
Very few things do anymore.
Writing helps, though I shouldn’t indulge this emotion. Not like this.
It’s been two days since my soul rebelled.
I hope it comes home soon.
My body can’t sustain
Apologies for this. I had to get it off my chest though. It’s this way, *** or stronger things. It would appear there isn’t enough *** in the world anymore and I’d prefer to not dive down that other hole again.
promises of love
we believe we are grown
but inside of us
just under the surface
is a child wanting to be comforted
to be loved
so we hide this part of us
the colours in our mind slowly dying
because they say to keep something maintained you
must nourish it
but the nourishment we need
and this makes our palettes grey
resorting to unorthodox versions of what we need
crutches and supports
that people refuse to speak about
the childhood friend
that moved away
when you were young
unable to cohere as to why
they couldn't stay
wrapped in the dreamland
of explosive joy
so many people
write about love with
i don't have a crutch
and i don't have a crush
and two negatives equal a positive
so what does this poem even mean?
I want to explain the ****** up ****
That runs through my mind
No, I need to
Because I feel like I"m trapped in a monotonous circle of
"I need you"
I've got a shitload of scattered thoughts to **** through
My brain is a minefield
And lies are the only things I know to be true
Days get blurred by copious drug abuse
Amphetamines scream "*****, I know you!
And you need me! You know it's true!"
The night seems endless because the days burn cold
I'm digging six feet under to make my home that hole
My body may look young but my spirit has grown old
Hesitating to be bold
This **** has gotten old
My insides are rotten...yes, I'm filled with mold
And I'd give away my soul
But I'd be lying if I said it hasn't already been sold
They can't stop puffing ******
Even though the prices get steeper
I'd leave if he hadn't said that I am a keeper
But, babe, I'm a ******* liar
I wish I could ignore you but you're my heart's sole desire
So, sadly, I'm wired
Remember, babe, I'm a ******* liar
So, I'll make false promises like liars do
And please believe me when I say it's true
Because, ****, *I need you to
I smell that i am rotting
the flower by my nose
Was easily retrieved
from dirt beneath my toes
Distract me from the pain
redirect my sadness
Are those in love sane
or wallowing in madness..?
Everything is potent till you use it all the time
yet your still on canvas in the paintings of my mind
I find ;
i never quite lose you all the way
I tossed you to the ground
but wanted you to stay..
Sometimes you have to let the tears flow,
Other times you have to let your feelings drown.
Because even planets wish to glow
like the stars who wear their crowns.
When the feelings become to much,
and you just want to die.
You need to throw away that crutch,
and stop wanting to fly.
There are times you don't want to feel at all
and you just want to be one with nothing.
Those are the times you stand tall
and make yourself feel something.