I jump into a handstand, flipping my world onto its head. the tree dangles from the earth like my feet in the air. my hands seize the grass as I attempt to hold on. so I reunite with the ground, and my hands release their burdens.
Escapril Day 29! Prompt: inversion. This was an interesting prompt! I would love to see how you all interpret this poem and prompt. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
Where you just feel sane? No reason to why The clouds just withhold all their rain And you're sailing on your way...
Where you want to punch everyone you meet in the face To sort of justify your head state, and put your feet back in place?
Where everything feels strange? Like nothing is original; And passing thoughts cant be tamed?
Where you.....where you just don't really know how you feel? Those days seem to be the ones when everyone asks if you're okay And you are But the more that you're asked; The more it grates against the grain, driving you insane...
Where you plan everything out Write it all down Feel confident you'll act it all out But instead you find yourself glued to the couch? Lounging about... In your pants Eating cheesy Doritos for no apparent reason?
Where the suns rays penetrate and renovate Invigorate your being Leaving you feeling as though you can touch the highest of ceilings?
Where everything doesn't go your way... As though someone's just taken the biggest of ***** on your parade?
Where everything thing happens all at once One minute your napping The next your arms are flapping Getting stressed and restless Relentless flitting decisions causing sticky dispositions Narrowing tunnel vision Hearing that's constantly shifting Contracting and relaxing Entangling webs and...
i don’t want to write anything i wan to lay in bed and do nothing some words creep into my head i write some down i don't need to treat you anymore or any less i moved to los angeles and shattered my view i forgot my childhood a few years after that saturdays mowing the lawn and i missed a blade of grass and it all came down to the sound of 12 screams i learned not to make any sounds alone is better i am the worst case in town i watched people from afar it feels like a play for an audience of one the meaning of pain getting the **** beat out of you made me want to learn to type books are the only voices that taught me where i could go i can’t feel that way any more i'll keep writing
The silence has become deafening Encased Submurged Surrounded By the silence The chaos is not ceasing or changing its course Destined to whirl around me Twisting and pulling me in ways i could never explain Pushing and pushing And pushing Until i cant hold myself anymore My stregnth has shattered Within the silence Into a thousand tiny pieces i lay strewn on the floor
Have you ever screamed so silently loud That your brain feels like it'll explode?
Powerful, that moment when you're trying to gather the pieces of your brain together. Trying to make it whole, knowing that it's that same wholeness that made you want to scream it off in the first place... Chic.