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Putting effort into every word that moves your lips
Is something to be rejoiced.
By your will, they were created
And pushed into reality.

But

To make sense of nonsense spewing
Is a task deemed rare and true.
To tiptoe the line makes others try
To define the space for you.

What are you saying?
What are you trying to say?
Alaina Moore May 2018
Words, redacted,
Still echo in my mind.
Esteem in shambles.
Foundation unstable.
Aware enough to know the fallacy
Yet to weak to tune it out.
Communication misheard.
Emotions unchecked.
Can't swallow this;
Choking to death.
Words on a CD disc
Covered in scratches
Skip-skip-skip, away to oblivion.
I can't breathe in a pool of oxygen.
Weights lifted,
Pressure remains.
Heart is ready to burst
In a gruesome seen
Of mental instability.
This is based off a fight I had with someone I cherish more than anything. In the fight, as so often is the case, things were said that were not untrue by any means, but were said in a convoluted manor that brought about a lot of doubt in self and within the relationship. When the flood gates of the past opened I was caught so off guard. The other party noted that they had not lied, but withheld information. A tactic we all have used at one point or the other, one I often times find acceptable. However in this context, and within this relationship, regardless of what you call the lack of information it was like a truck to the chest. It took this image of "us" I had drafted in my mind and shattered it to oblivion. This poem is about how the words of another can echo in your mind and feel like the absolute truth, even though you know for a fact that it is not the truth.
In real life you discover things in the oddest places
Perhaps you are sitting at a bar sipping a beer
Waiting
And you share a look with someone
A sudden thought is stirred
You're life clicks, the constant problems you've been calculating
Finally equate
And the world for a moment
Makes complete sense

It's the strangest feeling
Like a surge or a breath
God has taken his lips to yours and given you something to believe in

Tomorrow looks brighter on days like this
And the world makes sense
When you're feeling good
Tink Nov 2017
where you bottle all up,
where you put your past back in a box,
where you decide to exist
and live the feeling.

One of those days
where you feel the sun on your skin,
where you embrace the world,
where music makes you dance
and makes you feel good.

One of those days
where you can't stop smiling,
where the world smiles back at you,
where people lift you up
and touch your heart.

One of those days
where every song makes you sing,
where you know you took the right choices,
where everything makes sense
even your existence.

— The End —