#babysteps
It takes STEP BY STEP,
You don't have to RUSH,
Just take your TIME,
POSITIVITY IS A PLUS!!!
Just go about it GRADUALLY, and
Take it DAY BY DAY,
If you keep this up then,
You will be on your MERRY WAY!!!
JUST TAKE THINGS SLOWLY,
and IN DEGREES,
Once you have ADJUSTED,
you WILL FEEL AT EASE.
It will be MELLOW and
It will BE A BREEZE,
You got it now, and
YOU AIM TO PLEASE!!!
BE COURAGEOUS and
ENCOURAGE YOURSELF,
YOU HAVE ONE BODY, and
HEALTH IS WEALTH!!!
JUST DON'T GIVE UP,
THIS IS A SLOW PROGRESS,
IF YOU CONTINUE LIKE THIS,
YOU WILL ACHIEVE SUCCESS!!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/4/2025
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC
How beautiful a smile can be
Why ever did you choose me?
A vast ocean of better men, yet you chose me, the sea
The sea barely clear, yet all you hear
Is a symphony that brings you to tears
One you go to, with all doubts and fears, one that you call home, one you call “Here”
You call yourself a cloud yet you shine over me
Even in bad weather you gleam
How could someone be so self conscious, when they are the reason I am a being
Even now, barely a being
I become by seeing you
Gibberish to you now yes, but to the future, I couldn't be ever so closer
One day I'll call out your name
And you’ll turn around in tears
I’d have learnt to walk, you’d never be the same
Every fear you have now must feel pathetic in the future
How free you must feel, when you look into my eyes
How clear you head must be when you look into the skies and think of me
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 6:09 AM UTC
You’re going to linger in the back of my mind.
How could you not?
I loved you.
Now that we are going our separate ways
I can’t help but be happy and proud of you.
You’re going places and I’m working on my ****
You have the love of your life and I have mine,
In my memories and heart.
Yours so close and near to hold.
Truly glad we are getting it where it needs.
No more calls and texts from you,
I hope.
No more nicknames,
Even though they were cute.
No more saying I love you,
Because we don’t need too.
Not anymore
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
please be gentle with yourself
you are doing your best
i am proud of you for waking up this morning
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
Who am I? What am I?
It's been a while since I cried
Am I a brain on top of a body?
Just processor performing code?
Well, who wrote the code?
Who wrote it?
It's been a while since I was I
I'm not a brain, I have one
I've got hardware put there by Someone else
Who am I?
I'm a computer running software I didn’t write
I'm a soul interacting with a body, a brain
Whose health I neglect on a reg
What am I?
I'm a decaying accumulation of skin
And blood and bone and neurons
I got neurons in my heart
And that's a good place to start
The heart is the mouthpiece of the soul
My identity gets tied up in the whole
Idea of my performance
And my influence
Like if I sing a song badly, my soul takes the hit
And if I lead my partner astray, the whole of me is ****
The whole of me is ****
There's holes in me
But who put them there?
I combust in small increments
My skin flies off in perfect circles
They're fragments
My heart, it's hiding behind these explosions
Hiding behind them because it causes them
Because my mouthpiece is expressing my hate
My lack of love for myself
Hate is just a word we put on the shelf
It's like darkness and coldness
Describing something through absence
Darkness; the absence of light
Coldness; the absence of heat
If hate is the absence of love I might
Just be the one who beats me
Who defeats me
Who carries my heart, my brain, the rest of me
Tied around my neck on a string that I pull through
Like my body is in captivity
I'm privileged to honor this body that I didn’t make
I'm greatly gifted a brain to maintain
My heart, my body, my brain
They shouldn't be strangling me
They shouldn't be dragged through the dirt
They should be a part of me
I am a soul
I have a mouthpiece
My heart is my mouthpiece
My brain is my hardware
That rusts and which I expend
God help me love me
And Who I am
And Who You are
God, make it so apparent to me in my falling out
That I am a part of the three-legged stool
To Love You before all else
To Love everyone else
And to Love myself
Help me see You accurately
God help me
God help this American switch culture
I am not a machine that functions at the flip
Of a switch
I am a soul, a CVT, a cable that climbs up and down
Depending on the speed of the wheels
And decelerating is okay
And (not but) accelerating is wonderful
I do not go 60MPH because I flipped a switch
I go 70MPH because I climb
I climb
God help me climb
And to falter well
And to suffer well
Humble me in my faltering suffering
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
what hurts more?
knowing that you lost two best friends
or that the war between you all is never ending...
what hurts more?
the feeling of being alone
or the fact that you have been alone for so long you have become used to it...
I used to have suidical thoughts
DAILY
Can you imagine?
Waking up,
and wishing you hadn't.
Does no one feel like I do?
Am I a person filled with more emotions than others,
is this some disease?
Is this why I suffer from heart palpatations when I get anxiety?
will my anxiety **** me one day?
I am not sure.
I have felt great pain in my chest before,
and I have been to the emergency room,
because I was too afraid of my own hands,
and my wrists felt weak.
They used to yell at me to slice them..
I thought I deserved to die.
I wished I had died when I was hit by a drunk driver for a long time.
She took my car, I lost my job,
when I just wished it could have taken my life.
It isn't so dark now,
I wake up in the morning smiling.
If it wasn't for my friends I know I wouldn't be alive today.
They may never know how much they mean to me,
but they are my heart,
and the only reason I still try to love every day.
I can't live for me,
I couldn't live for him,
so I live for them.
Every day I get a step closer to who I want to be,
and it's all thanks to my friends.
I love you all so so much,
thank you.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
I'm going to take it one step at a time
Because I'm not going to pretend like I have it all figured out.
In fact, I'm filled with doubt
As to what the future holds
Because I'm tired of listening to what I am told .
Not because I'm rebellious but because like me, they don't know.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC