The path went blurry
I loose my track Distracted by you When will I get back to life? Keeping my eyes close I don't want to see The world you introduced Created by you and me
I never believed in monsters until
I grew up I didn't flinch or freeze or flee and I never felt like this I never had that crushing pain I have right now I didn't stare into space whilst I fussed and faffed I never thought I'd see this man I am I didn't want to consider even what I would become I always get like this now though I host this hated beast I do hide from the monster now I gave Him his teeth
A poem about anxiety
is not the same thing as being okay
Creative minds shine through silent shadows
Freer thoughts run along the edges Of boundary lines untied Distracted less distressed Confinement now a guest In a safer space to play Separate states arrange personal traits To trust the chance of expectations Enforce the plight of set objectives Opportunities arise to compliment Though every aim cannot be met We suit our direction and intent
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
I sit in contemplation
trying to close my eyes so I turn off the playstation and drop my phone with a sigh. Earlier, I tried to eat a pear 'cause fruit is healthy and stuff but it was too hard for me not to care it just wasn't ripe enough. This show I've been obsessed with and the manga after that have busted that subconscious myth that fiction has a lesser impact. How long will I spend in the depths of the fandom and content I find accessible at my fingertips and flooding through my mind? When will I sense the ending of this era of nights spent reading headcanons, and content expanding on the world on which I'm feeding? Last night the latest chapter was out on my mobile app and I stumbled across it after going to reread whatever was last. It hit me like a ton of bricks like the weight of hardback copies of every scene the author depicts— sent shock throughout my body. A character who, before this day, was invincible and proud not unrivaled in his sway but always drawing a crowd. And then the last page caught me and I could not look away as tendrils from the enemy cut through its raging prey Too quick to be avoided the hit was meant for another but he knew he'd been appointed as savior to his brother. Taking a bullet for the one he abused the one he had hated and cursed before their fates were irrevocably fused without either harsh role reversed— All perceived slights against him any contempt he thought he had shown was forgotten as he jumped out to save him His body just moved on its own.
I just can't get that image out of my head...
I refuse to believe Bakugo could be dead.
Keep your eyes on the page
Don’t look away Don’t look at the ticking clock Or the burning fire Keep your mind clear Try not to think Don’t think about the deadline Or the rising emotions Just stay focused Push through the block in your mind Ignore the buzzing in the room Stay in the zone Keep your eyes on the page Stop looking Don’t stare at the clock Or the scorching fire Keep your mind clear Stop thinking Don’t worry about the time Or the raging emotions Just get back to focusing Stop staring at the block in your mind Stop listening to the buzz Get back in the zone You failed. You couldn’t stop Time just kept on ticking The fire became wild And your emotions took over How could you? I told you what to do All you had to do was focus Why couldn’t you focus? It’s your fault You should’ve managed your time Everyone’s disappointed Why did you get distracted?
Lost at sea is when I heard you singing
Among many shattered rocks she laid if as a sleeping fox. Putting me into her terrible trance with that graceful glance. So distracted you lead me to my own doom. Eventually we all get tricked by a siren or two.
When I gave you my heart
You lovingly cupped it in your palms But I guess you got distracted Because I watch it slide through your fingers And shatter on the ground. When you gave me your hand I held it tightly in my own But I guess I got distracted Because our fingers are no longer intertwined And our hands are empty.
he pain shoots through. lives beneath the surface touch me not, it will start again being careful enough is not helpful Weighs you down, you think only . The bright world continues life, the feeling and thoughts distracted. The bones feel weak, cracked up Less pressure to the area I close my eyes before the pain begins. There is no right position, It hurts and hurts more every time It edges over a fine line. You get through with the blurred vision With pain a lasting companion