and then i like to turn off the lights let the moon and instinct guide me swallowed by the dark there is no path to choose only chance; blind luck balancing upon the finest of lines eyes will adapt to the pitiful offering of the clouded crescent but there is neither enough silvery light nor confidence to be sure of safety for long in the enveloping darkness anxiety rises fear overpowers and faith in the self becomes questionable; headlights are flicked on again in panicked haste as the road and its obstacles become clear once more i am left wondering if i truly believed i could navigate without the help being offered or if i simply wanted to force myself into failure
Sometimes it feels like I hold you in the palm of my hand
You’re too stubborn to stay seated, you’re too scared to stand So you lean on impulsive promises, a thousand planted seeds Plant yourself halfway through the doorway and throw away the key And look to me to water your garden A consideration I haven’t yet bought And you need me, now you need me I’m not so sure that’s what I want
A year has passed,
and I am still writing poems—pleas—for her Three years, and my stubborn heart still yearns for hers It has been so long, and I fear I may have dreamt you, dear one
I am not stubborn. Rather , I am
nothing beyond a soul who can't dare to rebel against her own inner voice.
What cannot be yours,
no further shall be desired of. Sunk into shallow waters, gone up in smoke, narrowly ablaze. Torn to pieces, unabashedly re-framed. No matter what you desire of, at the end must be yours and reclaimed.
"You are late"
Said the so full of fact Business Studies Teacher Nicked, "Mrs Fatso". It's like her account's green turns red On the account of Leke's grin I'm terrified At why Leke is never terrified! Cos as soon as that was said about Grand Pa We saw him no more And from what I saw in the poster He changed his first name to the same -Pastorlee
Why Joy in lateness?
Cut off all of my ten toes
find secrets no one knows Break my arms more way than one still I won't beg when you're done Rip my skin apart tear out my heart You'll see it still beats no matter the mistreats Pain is nothing anymore something I can just ignore I shall prove not to be bested my stubbornness is untested You'll **** me anyways and just light me ablaze Yet I'll give it all of my kept strength surviving the torture regardless of length