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My parched heart yearns for a droplet of love
Some sort of affection.. something that would change my life
They say you’ll know it when it happens, that it’s all in the hands of the above
Though these tempting kisses and touches have marked my soul
Tricked me into false emotion, I’ll never let up on my goal
My eyes, now blinded by the aspect of forever love, don’t light up with hope and courage anymore.
This one feeling is so strong, too strong
It has stripped everything of their value, love remaining in the spotlight.
Like a drug I’ve never even tried
Has kept me in a bind
I’ve gone crazy, not being able to bear the thought of living without it any longer
So I’ll push through the decaying desert, no matter the cost
A journey to grab the hand of Aphrodite herself and beg for her sweet tears of love to quench me of my thirst, to cure me of my despondency.
And should I fail, my final note will entail
The miserable, despicable, lonely life
That I’ll have ended with a heavy heart.
It was not Aphrodite’s tears that came, but my own. Me, a victim of my own game, lost to the constant state of the world
But it all ends with a happy ending
As it shows the true love for myself, and I
My one true partner, with whom I died
To arrange the wedding in the sky..
This takes place in the mind of a psychopath
But can describe what some have felt inside..
The armor of a true selfless person

Is beaten,

Scratched,

Marked,

Slowly falling apart

All so the people they care about go unharmed

At the expense of one’s wants

They want to help with other’s needs

Not for money, nor anything in return,

Is the true value of selflessness

A gift like no other..
A tribute to those with wrecked and wasted armor

Thank you.
I wish for the earth
To stop spinning
so everyone around
can see the messes they've made
And the damage they've done
Oh, why can't they realize
Before it's past the due date
Of the world
Her
she sits
Crossing her legs,
Her beautiful hair waves in the wind
Glistening, like her eyes
Those eyes that shine and dance across waterfalls
Like the entire world
Is inside
Just as her captivating smile,
Slight, but elegant nonetheless
makes it worth my while
To keep staring
As she stares back.
Eyes locked,
Forgetting to breathe
Palms sweating, no message received
That face says she’s content but is that what she’s thinking?
Neither of us are blinking
This scary but enlightening feeling,
Renders me useless
While looking at
Her
Love at first sight?
Keep on running,
Keep on running they say,
around the dirt path

Keep on running,
As I see 3 of them my age
Getting put in an ambulance
their breath being provided by a mask
The scared look on their faces
Scares me.

Keep on running,
Even though my legs are shaking
And my breath is quaking, difficult to catch
Others have already fallen

Keep on running,
Even when I’m pushed around by more desperate runners
even when I loose my footing, I can't fail anyone else

Keep on running,
The pain in my entire body
slightly diminishes from the muffled cheers of the onlookers

Keep on running,
As I cross the finish line I trip and scrape myself on the concrete-like dirt
Proud of myself
But they all point to me, yelling
bringing my attention back to the race,
It had only been the first lap

Keep on running,
keep on running they say,
but is it worth it?
Maybe walking for some time isn't so bad
All these people
All these stressful situations
It’s not my fault that I’m awkward
It’s not my fault I don’t always say funny things,
Have good comebacks.
So why is it that everyone around
Carelessly cast upon me their true opinion?
Maybe a little too true.
Every laugh
And silent whispering
Not so very silent
Ring loudly in my ears, in my heart
It all trails behind me, all my decisions dictated by the preferences of others
Harshly driving me into paranoia,
A cacophony of sorts
Sinking my mind, my soul,
Into a pit of insanity
To the point where I myself join in the slandering
And aspersing of my own being
In order to make it all stop. just for a second.
So I can please all those around
And calm my paranoia down
While shoving my true feelings down my throat.
The only thing getting me through it,
Telling myself it’s not. my. fault.

What am I doing?
Do something for yourself, don't let anyone judge who you are.
Most of the time we think
About all the things we could’ve done
But don’t pay attention
To the many things
We still CAN do.
The feeling of being stuck in regret
Can take us over
And only leave a shell of our former selves
Shackled
To the the moments where we could’ve done better,
Walking ourselves farther
Away from more great moments we could mess up,
And preferring to lock ourselves up
In the cage, that is, self-pity

The way out is just right in front of us..
Sometimes,
We struggle to stay above the water,
Swimming with all our strength
When the soft, sandy floor
Is just one foot under us
Waiting
To comfort, and support
So we don’t drown in our own fear.
My first poem of many that will try to “describe the indescribable”

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