#boxed
They speak of absence & inaction -
Yet, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩,
¹ Such things do not exist.
Like imbalance,
These are merely perspectives.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
In an old bedroom filled with art,
I tied my hair up, willingly about to go through the boxed mementos.
A wave of anxiety and nostalgia crash over me,
like The Great Wave of Kanagawa,
while I stood idly framed by the large, cresting waves.
I was born the day I learned how to love,
and cursed when I learned how to feel things too deeply.
Inside the boxed mementos is a timeless tale of two distorted hearts;
Wilted flowers, photographs, old handwritten letters...
Do we box these memories in fear of completely forgetting them?
It was a ticket to a sepia-toned memory lane,
Engulfing my heart and soul,
with memories that will forever be memories.
IA
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
I will put in a box
How our eyes locked when we first met
When we finally kissed in the light of the dark party
And when I found out- this was getting heart-to-hearty
I will put in a box
The way you'd gaze at me biting your lower lip
Tension when you pulled me closer
With both your hands on my hip
I will put in a box
Every time we hugged goodbye
How you adapted to my liking
The breath-taking look in your eye
I will put in a box
Our late night walk
How you'd pleasure me anywhere
The way our lips would perfectly lock
I will put in a box
The texts that made me smile
Your shield of protection
Even if that means I won't be happy for a while
I will put in a box
Every **** remainder of you
I will put in a box
All the tears, all the blue
Every cry, ever scream
The pain of not belonging
Hoping that one day
I'll wake up, and no longer be longing.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
#
Inside
of
my
head
Entombed
is
a
B R A I N
Can’t
shake
this
feeling
That
it’s
not
the
same
Infected sickness
Covered with dull pain
A rabid werewolf
I’m trying to tame
Almost off the leash
I tug at the reigns
Hold on with sheer will
Have nothing to gain
My efforts; A joke
Fighting a freight train
Through grit teeth I smile
Demeanor I feign
Failure coming soon
My life, one more stain
Lost
sight
of
it
all
To
what
it
pertains
I
am
sinking
down
Spinning in
the drain
An
endless
battle
Forever
the
bane
Of
my
existence
No longer I’m sane………
#
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
honestly sometimes i get this weird feeling in my soul that lets me know I shouldn’t b on social networks…it is the weirdest feeling and i can’t even explain it… i mean i even get the same feeling when im looking thru my phone..like i don’t belong there. i think my soul is just trying to say. leave the technology alone…your soul doesn’t want that
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
“Keep that mask on, it will make you look stronger.” They said,
Constricting my empty veins,
Shielding my vulnerability,
Hiding my humanity,
Making my bones stronger but my soul much weaker.
All ‘real men’ must take on this mask,
Exposing fraction of yourself is your task,
‘Real men’ are…
Physical, Strong, Independent, Powerful,
Scary, Hard, Stud, Muscular and
List goes on.
I am scared and I need help,
Scared to rip this mask,
It is such a hard task when,
Wuss, Wimp,
*** and *****
Are what defines the ‘True men’.
Sitting in this narrow box,
Suffocating from these shallow thoughts,
Attempting to jump out,
Thrown back by societies mouth.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
boxes full of the reasons
why I can’t begin
holding the memories
that should have been
an empty closet of
my lost thoughts
forever unwritten
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC