the world is a sea I believe
but I cannot breathe underwater the more I swim in this sea the more it pulls me under leave me be for I can see the fins that break the surface they smile when they see me bleed their speed makes me nervous
I slip and sink in the sink as I wash my hands
It's not very deep but I can get lost in a familiar land so drowning doesn't seem that out of place why I think the way I think really ***** with my head and I swear I don't mess with it so why does it sleep in my bed It's **** and screams but I have never seen its face so maybe you were right or made it happen by hoping I swear it wasn't true but reality becomes real after it's spoken and now I'm left fleeing and bleeding and losing my grace
If you would have never said anything I would never have thought anything.
Your demons devour my soul
Drawing me closer to you My inner voice shouts to stay away Yet like opposite poles of a magnet I'm stuck to you
allow me to bring attention
to what I forgot to mention I have a predisposition to build fences when there's tension and I don't mean to sound like I'm trying to bring you down but when you come around I can't make myself stay on the ground and this may be a little weird but I have this irrational fear of attempting to steer clear of emotion whenever you are near so judge me if you have to I promise I won't be mad at you we all have to do what's best when we find our own truth
I'm not angry. I'm hurt and upset. I wish we were as good at letting go as we are at saying goodbye.
Open the door
Let in a new old friend let's explore the concaves and octaves that comes with thought and with actions with words and with fractions of emotions so eloquent we get lost and forget to remember we no longer know each other
It doesn't always take much to get attached but the falling off can happen just as quickly.
I don't write when I'm sad
but when I write I'm sad and what's right feels bad and what's left is a tad too sad to feel happy or glad so my words taste sad at the end of the day and maybe I've changed my thoughts becoming strange in a storm of sufferable pain but I still feel that same I don't know whats changed but I know something has rearranged how and what I see so let's attempt to dream with our eyes open to see what we already faithfully believe to be this amazing opportunity to live free in a sea of cordial uncertainty but isn't that what makes us feel alive
I like challenging traditional structure but using traditional patterns within poetry. A message is a message whether written in a sticky note or delivered in an envelope.
Roses have thorns and violets cause violence
In the midst of a storm, everything is silent I can reassure you that I cannot forget But I'm not sure if it's out of love or regret Maybe down the road, I will finally feel free Or after time passes it will be the death of me.
I'm not broken I'm bruised
maybe a whole lot confused and I wish I wasn't but I can't really help that now you chose to take a step and we are past that now I still can't admit that I hide in a shrinking part of my mind where I love the old you and forget I never knew you I swear it's not fair to me that I can't talk to the new you and I wish you hadn't become this person so distant so numb and yet as I read through old letters I catch a glimpse of the person I loved so long ago and all the harsh hints I'm not allowed to love you there's nothing I can really do I can't blame you for your heart but as mine falls apart I wish you were here to show you my pain evolved into art
Don't leave me here to talk to myself
you left me in a hallway leading to **** And you claimed I was too far away to yell but I was right by you and you couldn't tell Arranging thoughts to keep my **** together an attempt to reassure that I will get better but I think so much that my head hurts you didn't feel right so you blamed my tether I was just trying to give you a gift something I never had something I missed and you couldn't justify it so you just left and not I am all alone with a hole in my chest
I've been lost
And I've been broken Given up faith But I keep on hoping For a piece of peace of mind I've long forgotten stirring up a storm that there's no stopping but by the time I realize that the day time is now night and the skyline is not bright I just might die of fright because I can't breathe just right my chest is to tight tonight so I walk through the rain with my head low but my brow high and the roads that were wet are now dry but the heat ***** with my brain
each verse is a different style. enjoy.