He pushed the weight of the world
To the top of the milky way And he leaned, and he sighed As the world rolled away He put the globe on his shoulders As he prepared to climb again He shrugged and it shuddered Spreading fear to little men Igby! Igby, my boy! I feel it coming down on me! This pressure, this weight! Why can I not be free? Some weights are corporeal Like the dumbbells at the barbell Tabs overflowing, drinks and meals These simple weights are easy to quell Then there are the really heavy ones The ones no eyes can see The ones that drag us down to earth That make it hard to flee Our words and obligations All form a lofty load We are all carrying something Along our personal roads And our roads, they go forever But, to where? No one knows...
"You see, Igby... I feel this great pressure, coming down on me... It's just constantly coming down on me.. Crushing me..." -from the film "Igby Goes Down"
I would be lying
If I said I wasn't afraid of failing. But I'm more afraid of succeeding. There's so much more pressure. You have more to lose. Your actions have more consequences. You have to think more carefully Before you choose. But sometimes, you have to take risks. You just have to decide If it's worth the extra stress.
As cold and lonely as the outside can be, there's a lot less drama and pressure;
The drops are so much deeper,
and the highs aren't high at all. Ongoing expectant measures listed, of these persistent calls to pressure. To fill a frame that's drained, when switching off is no longer an option. Are these real problems or signs of age? Before was easier, yesterday simpler, but would the early days help to mould, when you've already grown from there. Late observations of missed play, a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate. As we're a little bitter in vain, there's no sweetness today.
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every distance is a long shot~ within reach of a fool Prv. 𝑓:𝑦 bleed your heart out in dripping poetic pretense―slip that inky salamander some silk: "the wilting waiting flora bequeathed their busting bouquets and bountiful bosoms unto the world in all of its prescient violence" then read it back to yourself later and be absolutely disgusted. throw it away with all the other things you've done in your life. now reach back in your closet and rattle the skeletons lingering there. finger your dreams in the dark under pressure from the mind to find yourself. the lightning severance will sing and anxiety will harmonize with the knife. you've done it again... ****** it all up and everyone knows it. you could eat all the erasers in the world and your **** still wouldn't come out correct. a lifetime of valleys and seawalls has made you an avatar of effortless blunder. and you can't stop bleeding all over the page; white is red again cause you blue it. bleed in―breathe out breathe in―bleed out bleed in―breathe out breathe in― bleed out... welcome to the creative process.
who are you
who am i what is this where am i my hand is no longer my own my heart is too much my own my forehead feels tight the lights too bright who am i what is this where am i the movements i make seem odd i am no longer in control yet who is this typing if not me what is this where am i my jaw aches and my head throbs i recognize myself yet i do not i stare at a wall it moves? where am i the back of my mind is my home i feel trapped inside it i strain against the bars there is no one to hear me
happens way too often
I am not coal to be pressured
And form into a diamond I am human, Under enough crushing pressure For ever so long Never to let up I will break For I am flesh and bone Not of rot and stone If I am to break My dear little bones The pieces must be put back together Held in tender care behind walls Before they can heal again To become stronger than before So, mind the walls For I am healing They will come down when I am ready When my bones have mended Strengthened anew. - Jay M April 20th, 2021
Please don't break my walls yet- I'll take them down when I'm ready.
The only way to test the authenticity of a diamond is to place it under pressure
waiting to see if it breaks... You wont find another diamond like me. That is in stone... Fakeness is the lesson you refuse to grow from Fake is the world we live in Fake is what you hate But you love a fake face