fear is a tiny seed
planted in my lower belly. my thoughts fuel the seed to sprout with gentle ease. its roots are finally free, wrapping around my feet, never letting me flee. it grows into a nimble tree whose branches strangle me. the tree wears prickly leaves that sting my aching body until my eyes succumb to sleep.
I revised one of my poems, and I really like how it turned out! I think I'll revise more of my poems and create a revision collection.
i could pull the sheets
up and over my head i could shut out the day and hide from the light but i can't escape the fear i hold tight within my chest will i always be running in search of something better wondering if i mistakenly fled the best?
"What is your greatest fear?" he asked.
"For words to flee" she said.
how do you let out
built-up anger? without screaming or crying you run. far away. away from your feelings go away stay back
My lips are worn out
from the unspoken words My eyes dully ache from the unshed tears My heart burns for its desire to be loved My wrist bleeds, it longs to heal My leg shakes, it wants flee My soul weeps, so I set it free
Under weight of obligation
Around me Closing in Can't breathe the intimacy rising With the moon pressing light on my skin Wrapping in pretend happiness Giving the slightest glimmer of hope Tell me you'll never give up on me Stars are afraid you won't You cannot comprehend the fact Heart is no longer yours Wriggled loose from your grasp Spiteful shouts and banging doors I withstand worsening suffocation To bury negative thoughts deep Seems like in darkness they flourish Finally out of my mouth they seep I am sure you'll hate me forever No more reasons growing to pretend You would just listen to my words Realize this is the end I guess I'll have to be firm Tired of feeling hopelessly down Why can't you accept the inevitable? Can't you see we are unsound? Beams shaking from resentment Falling down with a crash Collapsing emotions loud and shuddering Love's rafters blown across ground like ash I am still here picking through the ruins Obligated to give it my all Mistakes are what caused us to break Responsible for letting you fall It is as if I signed a pledge or oath Caught in a paperless contract "I love you" my verbal signature Written on your heart in black Again and again try for you Looking back seems like a waste Forever a cycle of inadequacy Repeating mirrored expressions of blatant distaste The feelings flee further the more we fail With each missed chance to succeed I am too messed up to help anyone else I'll never be all you ever need
I saw another world,
one that no one else could see one where stories are true, and where I would sometimes flee but you must be careful, and once in a while look up, else you'll end up like me, - I think I’ve lived in a dream so long, I don’t know how to wake up.
dreams are beautiful and awesome but don't get lost in what you don't have and focus on what you do have
A man lives far
In distant land He fled home Centuries ago Loved ones Long forsaken The terrors Long forgotten Restful nights A man set free Time passed Nightmares Unburied A man fled monsters Centures ago But twist or turn Walk or run All roads Lead home
Many flee home
Most times, home follows you wherever you go
Ideas swirl in my mind
Forming windstorms That pick up scattered thoughts and words and grow into tornadoes that whirl across my mind. They distract from life From what's real and what matters. But when I sit down to write They all flee in terror And my pen hovers above the page filled only with scribbled out phrases and my own insecurities.
I always have these stories and ideas in my mind, but when I go to write them down, the words to do so evade me and it comes out as sloppy, half-formed, and not anywhere near as good as they were in my head.
Out upon my window pane
Willow leaf gusty day, Early dawn yet arrived, Silhouette shadows swoosh-swoop. A storm is coming just you wait, A mournful reason to remember today. Tention snap, crackle, and sizzle, Boiling over results harsh fizzle. ---- Quick run flee fly Hit past mile and mile-faster full dial! No game swoosh swash we lost them a while. Flutter flourish leaves form the figure, Death has come this holiday season.
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