I feel the crack of the dead leaves underneath my feet reminding me I stay wondering around this dead place once upon a time this was an oasis, once upon a time it was colourful now it is all dead, storms more violent than the ones in my head I guess I feel comfortable here, I imagine there's nothing to fear make friends with the bloodthirsty, prove to myself I am unworthy of anything better than this bitter taste deserve anything better than this polluted waste I swim in the chaos, I dive into the unhealthy goodness is too overwhelming
Sometimes I think of selling pictures of my feet online Then I immediately think of the state of my feet; The state of me. After conforming to your dress code of black dress shoes and shattered dreams For 11 long years. For 11 long years I sat in rows of grey white and black Perfectly poised in the presence of our educators Our guardians Our wardens. If we deigned to relax, Laugh, Breathe, They would find more to give and give and give Until we became nothing but frayed nerves And therapy bills That should be addressed to our parents And then I think I can’t sell pictures of my feet online, How could I correctly value them If I don’t correctly value myself?
I don't actually know if this qualifies as a haiku (there are way too many characteristics for classifying haikus) but I wanted to try writing something simple using the 5-7-5 syllables pattern, and this was my first attempt!
I woke up one day, filled with fierce eyes. Checked the time & didn't want to get out-of- bed.
Another hour Another day, Time flashes by through hearts dismay.
Planted my feet on the hard wood crevices feeling my cold morning flesh touch the floor feeling alive.
Glanced into the mirror and here i' am again a female beast in disguise.
Tryin to do my best live day by day to be treated like an angry animal through the day
Breathing & living tired of the pain I want to get away somewhere far far...far away.
Sip my cold drink sometimes i may not want to eat so I slip my shoes on and take a deeper breath in then walk my way out the front door.
Seems to me, the morning is pretty quiet, with a fresh dew and sunrise groom. When I look around there's no one in site until the day goes by and their back in life.
Take me away from this ugly place this is not my home but a temporary warmth filled with childhood memories within good and bad filling me in like a hawk searching for roadkill in the distance of a backroad smothered in a raw delight.
my thought fibers push past the clutter, swirling around until my brain twists into knots and my heart follows suit, its veins tangling like spider webs until my feet get swept off the ground and my body gets ****** into the black hole.