#creativestruggle
I’m just the dreamer, lost in the static of the world—
a perfect schemer trying to carve a shape from shadows,
trying to make something of my own in a place that feels
prewritten. But who really knows what it means to lose a piece
of your ******* soul__—
_not metaphor, not poetry_— but that quiet, splintering
ache when belief begins to bleed.
And that’s the cruelest part: when the dreaming continues,
but the dreaming itself feels so ******* lonely.__
When every idea echoes in an empty room, and you realize
the silence is louder than your hope.
Still— you dream. Not because it’s easy. Not because it
makes real sense. But because what else is left when the
world stops listening, and you still believe? A piece of
that dream!
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
_Ballerina creases_ – a ballad of broken pieces,
Break me down in parts, where pain still leases.
My past lives on in inches, bruised by time,
Dancing round the reasons, moving out of line.
Features of me—like a painting left incomplete,
Still breathing, still dreaming, still finding my feet.
Out in the field, trying not to fall behind,
One step ahead of a runaway mind.
Stable thoughts, but the engine’s wild—
Horsepower pulling my inner child.
A wagon of dreams, heavy with code,
I’m stalling, I’m shifting—__about to load.__
Don’t sell your soul or cheapen your goal,
Even the prettiest dreams can be sold.
We don’t own it all, yet still owe it all—
Through rain and snow, we rise, we fall.
Chasing myself through a frozen road,
Where passion burns, and a runny nose shows.
They can’t see breath—or the vision you hold,
But seeing it yourself is what helps you go bold.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC