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Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
February
take back your gloom
I am worth more
than sombre hours
and blue stained thoughts
I'm not depressed by the way, just writing about February.  It's supposed to be the most depressing month of the year.  For me it's all a bit nothing - it's not the depths of winter and it's not quite spring.  A bit dull really.  I suppose that thought in itself might be depressing!! ;o)
ryn Sep 2014
What's my worth?
Am I worth a second glance?
Till present, from birth
Am I deserving of chance?

What's my value?
Am I worth time spent?
What did I do?
Did I squander the life lent?

What are my virtues?
Do they even shine through?
Do I put them to good use?
Or useless like a pair less shoe?

What defines me?
Is it the words that write?
Or work I do diligently?
Could it be my punches in a fight?

What have I done?
Take your time to think
Did I do it with a loaded gun?
Must've done something; must've missed the link

What am I good for?
Important work or menial labour
Could have I done more?
Achieved alone or together

Do I think differently?
Indulge in fairytale notions
Is it sheer folly?
To believe in magic potions

Am I just silly?
Do I dream too much?
Accept reality
Am I capable of such?

Do I shirk what I carry?
Should I have said no?
Did I delay and tarry?
Have I nothing to show?

Am I wrong to feel?
Is it foolish to want?
When it all is real
Now bearing the brunt

Do I wear you weary?
With my endless stupor
Why can't I bury?
Before we expire

Why do I wallow?
Wading through eye puddles
Should I just burrow?
Deep into these riddles

Why do I falter?
Why can't I heal and rise?
Why do I break and shatter?
How do I stop my eyes?

What is this dense forest?
Must everything be obscure?
Can I not be honest?
Can I not be insecure?

Could I be any more random?
Asking as they come to mind
Have I compromised my decorum?
Have I been blind?

Should I delve even deeper?
May I go on and ask?
Am I worthy of an answer?
Or should I just don my mask?

Gargantuan was my crime
Thick was its girth
Absolution this time?
Of it am I worth?
Sarah Green Jun 2014
Sometimes it's like I'm suffocating
Sometimes it's like I'm falling
Sometimes it's like I'm trapped in darkness with my head under water, drowning

But mostly it's like I'm flying so I'm okay with it
Sarah Green Jun 2014
You cannot hide from what is to come
Whether you know it's coming or not

But to know not of what is to come
Is a true blessing,
As knowing your fate
Leaves only space to wait

And waiting, is not living
But rather an inescapable torture

You cannot hide from the inevitable.
Sarah Green Jun 2014
From a young age
I have been advised to recognize my 
Feelings
To know why I feel
To know what I feel

And I am grateful for this advice
Because through awareness I have found control

But now I'm too aware of how I feel
                                             To let you know
Jake Walsh May 2014
When all my sombre soliloquies are spent; don't forget me.
Sarah Green May 2014
In between the lines
That is where you should read
Because it is in those spare spaces
Where you create your own meaning

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