God gifted us with life
We don't live
For name and fame
All sorts of games we play
Almost whole life is spent
In this pursuit
Then we ask God
To grant time to live
It's time to LEAVE
My skin crawls in your presence now.
This aversion is painfully present,
I feel for you is
Grinding away the
rind of my rib-cage,
I will not let the disease reach my
My fragile lungs
my tender heart.
The veil of insects and filth
upon realization that it is time for me to go.
Weaponizing insect repellent
for the pursuit of freedom.
A useful key to creativity
Write a list of things you need to
do today before you get distracted
by the brain to procrastinate
Prioritise three aims that helps you
produce to consume
The days flick through fast without
a view ahead of what to do
Life is shorter than expected so
hold a set of goals in pursuit
Looking back on what was done
later on fulfils a cycle to review
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
One must imagine Sisyphus ripped.
Shoulders like Boulders.
Quads like God's.
He was literally doing Olympian training!
I'm so happy with myself for thinking about that triple pun.
What exactly is happiness? Is it the hollowness in the chest when you've stopped crying and you feel like there's nothing left to do? Is it that feeling of wanting the world to stop so you can enjoy just a few more seconds of silence?
Is it being with friends and laughing until your gut hurts but then crying when you go home? Is it addictive like a drug?
Is the withdrawal from happiness the symptoms of depression?
does that mean we need happiness like we need oxygen?
Are we okay?
If the past can overshadow the present then what's the point of reminding ourselves about it?
There will always be bad things, we can't change that.
No. We could change that.
We just don't want to. Happy is fleeting and never stays. that's why we want it. We would hate happy if we had it forever.
But we chase it in circles, like greyhounds on a track, coming across it only to realize that it was fake all along and the real happiness
the real glow and joy
was that small second before the race, when you felt like you were finally going to reach it
Now you don't have it. Because you believed it would fix your problem.
Well. To the ones who believed they have found happiness I must ask you
I break hearts in this journey
But I am not proud of being a vandal
And I do not do it wantonly
My HP Poem #1823
If the thrill of the hunt sets you a'flame
I long to be the man to play your game
But I'm not a beast to be satisfied with a bone
No "here's a scrap" now go on alone
For me, it's your divine feminine I pursue
The gods felt like showing off when they crafted you
Your sense, so dark, so deep, is what I'll follow
Don't short-shrift my time and make my efforts hollow
I'm in need of a feast - your body, your mind
My cravings won't end with wrinkled sheets and a bottle of wine.
Your flesh on my tongue is what I will savor
I'll eat you alive, if you'll return the favor.
I want to devour you whole
Your spirit, your soul
And once I've stripped you down to your core,
Only then, my dear, will we start the chase once more.
It's getting there. Maybe one or two more edits.
Working off a thought from "Shop" from IG @shestarteditpoetry . This doesn't do it justice, but it's a start.
I never knew what I wanted
What I needed from him
I couldn’t see clearly
Why I was unhappy and hurting
But I know what I want now
I know what I’m looking for
And I know what it’s gonna take
I know what I deserve
I want pursuit
I want him to want me
And want to know me
To spend time learning who I am
I don’t want to have to be first
I want to feel like I’m important to him
Like I matter and my feelings mean something
And I want to be chosen
I’m not going to give myself freely
To anyone who walks up to me
And tells me I’m pretty
And flatters me
I’m going to be the strong person I am
And stand on my own two feet
And make my life what I want it to be
If he wants me, then he’ll have to come get me
I know who I am now
And I know I’m good enough
I know I’m not unlovable
I’m not perfect, but I’m enough
I deserve to be asked on a date
And to be taken on an adventure
I deserve time and effort
And caring and compassion
I deserve at least what I give
And I can give a lot of love
And I care so much
I want that in return
In a way that speaks to me
And it may be difficult
But love isn’t easy
And neither am I
So I’m not selling myself short this time
I’m not settling for looks
Or good ***
Or a fun time
I’m holding out for passion
And strong pursuit
And caring about the little things
And not holding back
I will love people with all I have
And wear my heart on my sleeve
Because that’s who I am
But I won’t let just anyone have me
Some of life's
Are intermingled with
Reminding me that
My hope lies
Above the horizon,
And my fears
Lag long behind