A net sum of years,
and romanticized numerals,
Built up by birthdays,
to be torn apart by funerals.
Frayed ends of friendships,
pulled until they popped.
A holy mess
in the wake of a difference,
Between what said
and what was thought.
beneath the weight of aspirations.
I am Atlas, to the world
of all-too-lofty expectations.
You say you dont know who you are
You rearing to leave us a scar
I still dont understand the way
You sulk through life each day
Not that im one to pass
But im getting quite crass
With the way you say
Nothing is better today
This pain in my chest is frightening.
The strain of arrest tightening.
I can feel deep down inside of me .
Openly discovering .
Natural habits I couldn't see .
What does it take to believe?
In the light ,
Before the darkness is only perceived.
Clouds of hate with rains that come with a fee.
Every day the spitting image of blasphemy.
It's likely ,
I've gaven every part of me .
Nothing left but a empty blue sea .
Not a boat in sight to save me .
I try so hard to stay afloat of all my dreams.
But soon to be dragged down to the depths
Underneath what is known as our society.
Macabre things make me smile
Too much for me to be sane.
Death arouses my inner child
Escaping me from the mundane.
Life is bitter while death is sweet
As the shadows haunt me
Down these now empty streets.
But in death I am one
With the night,
Dark as pitch and black tones,
Blue and violet bruises
Burning bright on my soul.
There were many times when even I
Felt the hum drum judgement of god
Thundering upon me through pale light,
You would have thought I'd been robbed...
In any case, if I should ever yell out in a rage
Or cry profusely over all the pain,
Bend down to my ear and
Remind me there are better days.
her crystal pedestal shattered
bent and covered in filth
lying in a river of her tears
who she was now in soul searching question
the true test of a princess
is not how she holds herself when waving to the crowds
how well she cleans
when finery becomes tattered
Your coffee every morning
The nightmares of last night
Your cat brushing against your leg
His apologetic lies
The clarity of brisk air on your walk to work
Her unwanted baggage
A new day, the sun, the birds, what lies ahead... independence-- you're not alone.
Everything which ruins your evening, paranoia, grief, the unknown...
The stars are yours to hold
Your life belongs to you again
Breathe, accept, welcome, embrace.
it’s hard to have a positive outlook on the future with depression
when that’s what i feel all the time
just. keep. going.
Love is just a way of keeping us alive long enough to die.
Every day you are given is a blessing
Whether you crawl through or sprint full speed
Not one single thing is greater than the gift of life
That sounds clique
I know this positive outlook isn't sustainable
Regardless, I will express this significant message because I yearn for it to ring true
Every given day is a blessing
The past is history, the future is a mystery, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.
I'm not going to be
Don't manipulate me
I'm tired, uneasy
I tell myself
I'm taking a big risk
I'm far too deep
To surface in time
I'm having fun discovering blackout poetry right now but altering slightly so its not truly that. I found a book in charity shop for 75p and its been enlightening.
Its not easy just to pick words from the text on one page that signifies how you feel at any one time. This one spans 3 pages