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irreprehensible state
becomes constrained
and ridden with angst
incomprehensible dealings
with endless halls
and no ceilings
drowned out
by the sound
of silence
I cannot speak
for one must look within
to find their peace
otherwise
faced with fate
brain overload
we detonate-
forever yielding
and there;
never revealing,
it remains
lying in wait
within the maze
to take us back
from whence we came
July 26, 2011

mushroom meddling
out in the cold,
my muscles ache
too stiff to bend
too strong to break

there's work to do
there's wood to split
good thing I love
this kinda ****

I feel the shock,
I feel the sting
each time I make
a solid swing

too stiff to bend,
too strong to break
my hands are numb,
my muscles ache

my core is warm
like I'm on fire
but life don't stop
because I'm tired

each day's a fight
i'm gonna win it
I can't slow down
until I'm finished

have to stay warm
there's wood to split
good thing I love
this kinda ****
I like to take things easy, yet I enjoy manual labor. Keeps me from getting soft and reminds me that I'm not made of glass
krahisunknown Jan 12
One by one you are disintegrating.
I know it hurts you to see me this way…to know that I am finally coming back to realisation and you’re still stuck in the place you’ve been all your life. It’s sad to think that my happiness brings you nothing but anger, you never really wanted me to be yours, I was just something to look at… It was hard to make you love me.
ruqi Jan 11
it's hard to ask for advice
when you feel like you don't deserve it
it's hard to want to be happy
when you've never been anything like it
it's hard to want to change
when you feel like you can't ever
it's hard to want to feel whole
when you can never keep it together.
it's been tough these days. these poems are really just here to help me cope with all this. i wish they never have to be my constant inspiration in writing these things because if you think about it, thats a really sucky situation to be in.
Sombro Nov 2018
What I am
Is true beyond truth
Accurate in the abstract
Bright when avoided
Dark when discussed.
Omnya0 Oct 2018
Beat me in the head with a hammer
Throw me down some stairs
I want to tear my brain and shatter my wares

I am trapped in a glass jar with no air
There are no achievements I can maintain
And I. Am. Suffocating.

I can't breathe without feeling acid dripping down my throat
Every breath I try to gulp, my chest tightens
My anxiety is a titan
My sanity is slipping

My mind works at a million miles an hour and my soul pays for it

I just want a good night's sleep
I just want to be not constantly pacing
I just want the headaches to stop
I just want a warm hug

All I think I need right now is a warm hug
And a good cry
And I'll figure out the rest later
PandaPao Aug 2018
#17
You thought you are difficult to love
But I loved you anyway
You said it's complicated
But I saw a masterpiece
You are difficult to decipher
But I managed to bear with you
This seems illogical and irrational
But I still loved all of you
You thought you are difficult to love
But I loved you anyway
You found it difficult to love again
But you risked it anyway
I think that's how love works
Love will never come easy
But it's what makes us happy
Nathan Duncan Jul 2018
In the midst of a vicious, windy sea
On a small boat trying to get to land,
It’s natural to proclaim “woe is me!”
Because you wonder if you can withstand.

But imagine if, with that same thinking,
You knew you had an invincible boat;
Incapable of all forms of sinking,
No matter the beating you’d stay afloat.

This is how it is with our lives on earth:
Gods sends many winds but they’re to our backs,
And he gave us our vessel with Christ birth
Blessing us with glue to repair all cracks.

We should be thankful for storms every day -
They’ll get us to land quicker in ***’s way.
Written on a boat headed to the Lofoten Islands.
MacKenzie Warren Jul 2018
it is so, so easy
to write about cold beds
and tear stained cheeks
yet, it is difficult
to write of memories,
                                       of thoughts,
                                                       ­      of happiness
the things that could illuminate city streets
so for now,
i will lay my head to rest
and come morning
i will write about the bright,
the stars that shine despite the night
Salmabanu Hatim May 2018
I have aged,
Nearer to the ledge,
Remaining years are bonuses,
No more onuses.
I am grateful,
Life is more peaceful.
My hearing loss,
Is ***'s Gift of a rose,
My hearing aid I pretend not to wear,
Shrug off, like I don't care.
When I want,I tune out the family,
And be happy,
I frustrate people sometimes,
To repeat themselves many times.
About me what they feel,
Has made me almost change my will.
I now walk with the aid of a walker,
They made me wear a pamper,
In a way good,
No more frequent trips to the loo.
No more errands,or picking kids from school,
Put your legs on a stool,
Watch T.V or doze off.
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