#cessation
and there are these
silent moments
that no one
seems to notice
but here I am
sitting
with my knees
trembling
and my heart
racing
as I waiting for
him
with so much
anticipation
forcing myself
not to stutter
should I say 'Hi'?
or should I say 'Good bye'?
my inner demons
tells me to run
but my mind says
'Let it be done'
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Looking on both sides of the fence
sure takes some stiff upper lip, I
haven't succeeded.
Have you, yourself, found success?
See, it's so easy with a different kind of head
to absorb the different energies around
you, so much so, you can't draw a difference
between yourself and the other.
In fact, you'll only draw in threes.
Holy? I'm no ******* fool. I see a loop
in the trinity that's ***** as my breathing.
Looking on both sides of the fence
sure takes some stiff upper lip, I,
to see the positive, won't erase the negative.
Giving credit, where I must just to survive,
I suppose I've found mild success.
Do I regret living? No. Not one ******* bit.
Give credit to myself, where I must to thrive.
I can't be the void that eats the positive
charges and value life.
I won't deny the beauty inherent in myself,
as I see it outwardly in all the lines preceding,
and the lines to proceed.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:34 AM UTC
My life's a steep regression
As a plummet to depression
No longer one, but a multitude -
Little pieces of devalued
Shattered, skewed and tiny
Pieces of what was once shiny
That has now faded - dark
It's time to go embark
The ship of life at sea
Where the waves can go have me
And I can spiral down
Maybe slowly drown
In the heavy weight of mind
Of people who were once kind
Yet backstabbed me to hell
Wounds heal? Time will tell
I want to end the hate
But realise that fate
Has something else in store
As I walk out by the door
En route, I walk and fall
And I break, get up and crawl
To what should be my end
But once I took the bend
All hell broke lose together
Could I really, truly sever
The link I have to life
To rid myself of strife?
It all look, now, so real
Yet, strangely I could feel
A warm, sticky sensation
My life's final cessation
And I see my end is near
I freeze in pain and fear
Of what I would now miss
As I sink into abyss
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC