I feel like I am a rodent for you, kind of a pest. Not welcome but stuck, Not my home, but make do with what I want. You hate the sight of me don't want to fight me. You feel I am drinking the life out of you. But soon you plan to get rid of me, permanently plotting to execute, the plan to precision leave me out in the cold not to be your problem anymore.
succulent heart only needs a couple of drops every few months cacti are what I have become adaptive to the inconsistent search for storms no matter how violent just to get that sweet sweet drop just to feel my heart fill fill up then leave in the flash, leave it in the past I have no problem moving on as long as I get my drops
Show me you care, and I'll show some respect. I'm getting out of hand and you treat me with neglect. You know all this time I've started to suspect that even though our problems worsen, you won't do anything yet.
We like to see the things, black and white... We don't want to get into, What's wrong... What's right...!? Struggling against the situation, we usually forget our power and might... When the day feels heavy... We write, to keep our mood lite...! We dodge the darkness of trouble from our powerful word's light... Observing the nature, from the start of the day till the end of night...! We pour our thoughts and imagination on the paper, when we start to write!
Wasn't active here from last few days... Coz of my sem. Examination... But now my examinations are finished... And I'm back here again 😅...so again, I'll start exploring new poems... And 'll try to interact with most of the writers 😊😊...
it's me isn't it?! i speak - things fall apart i don't mean it - i'm covered in scars i hold my tongue - i'm losing who you are - you're losing me i say i'm sorry - it's not my fault - but i know it is i walk away - leave the things i tore apart to c r a c k l e and b u r n
Willows unearth themselves all along the coast line of this small beach town They spend the off season gnarled- empty & reaching stretching towards the shipwrecked siren call of the waters below these willows dropping in the ocean are weeping And so am I
it wasn't my intention to embarrass you perhaps i acted rashly but knowing what he said to you made me livid, would it have been better to have treaded bashfully i cannot stand for my friends to be treated so nastily myself is another matter entirely i have a problem letting things go maybe i need to grow
I’m scared of failure As if my life would end if I met her I face my problems head on Because I can’t stand To stab a ***** from behind
I’m the problem to my solutions And when I let go of this toxic life Then maybe I’ll see the light Even though I’m right outside
I’ll fly to the moon to start a new life I’ll run away from these judgmental eyes That have been staring at me for too long Too bad I can’t gouge my physical self It’s a matter of perception, These eyes only serve as tools To allow the light inside
Our minds are so simple yet so complex Reality is an illusion But please, Don’t throw that brick at my head
And when I reach my point of clarity I’ll stop and reflect the struggle within Life seemed so rough at that moment But it’s what helped me love myself again