Burns bright Ephemeral beauty Brilliant Ardent Fire Burns bright Drawing from Ordinary things Like paper And wood And coal. Fire Burns bright Exhausted Fumes suffocating Combusting Any second now Fire She's tired
Of burning bright
Something good is coming
Something good is coming Hope whispers to me Though my strength lies down to sleep It has not been plundered My bright future Love keeps Safe for me Though my strength lays down to sleep It will rise up in Joy my eyes upon the East as the sun braves the sky
it was a hard
long day she put up with it of course but it was a very very difficult journey to take everyday is a very very difficult journey to take gym english history art math spanish science then home
written when school was still a thing.
she felt so very tired
bags found refuge under her eyes and the sahara desert on her tongue she ate her breakfast she drank her tea she felt so very tired
not my best, done while tired
I am not well
And I have not been well- Whatever well means- For quite a while now. Most days I awake feeling heavy Like a bag full of water. I'm both glad and sad The night didn't take my soul captive. It is "getting up" That is hardest, so I sit On the edge of my bed For a bit and then rise And stretch and sigh A long sigh. I drag myself around from Place to place- To the places I must be. My stomach stays in knots With the awareness that We're all so small, fragile, And utterly alone between Birth and death despite all The growing that gets done. The anxiety wants to come up And out because everything is So uncertain and everything is So frightening. I want to hug myself And crawl back under my blanket And close my eyes, watching And counting the Sheep. I want to sleep away the sickness That is "loneliness" and "lostness." Everyone says they'll go away If I get out of bed but getting out Seems to only make things worse. I am reminded of all the reasons Why I am ill.
I was sleeping on a warm deathbed afore,
And now the weather changes— it rained, Coldness embraced my warm deathbed. Pitter patter at night is an aide to sleep; Eyes feel heavy and so as my breath.
must be all inclusive non exclusive or else it is non-existent. or whatever... i let go of needing i let go of preaching i’m going to go sit under a tree i’m tired of thinking that i learned everything i’m tired of thinking anything: peace.
Chaos in my mind
Spirals on repeat They left me behind Blisters on my feet I’m lost and I’m blind Empty and Complete I try to chase my thoughts But they end up chasing me
is ^ when it is abused.