#emote
on the horizon of tribulation
variables hover as unwritten expressions
the plane of abstract thought
a stream of consciousness
holds memories from long ago
the uncertainty holds us
close as a ghost
our worlds float further away
and the fatigue remains
intimately alive
when I sit alone
she shows me that I'm small
too imbued with a tendency
to exude, to emote
I am barely vocal
the plan is predictable
you pluck sentiment from thin air
and with a flap of your wings
take off into trepidation
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
her eyes glistened
as she stared blankly
and trod upon
the fine line between
her imaginative world and her reality.
as she realized that
the life people think she's living
and her reality
couldn't be farther apart
a tear rolled down her cheek
followed by another.
and another. and another.
This girl, was the one I tried to love.
I tried to love a girl
that seemed to simply
need guidance and support
but little did i know
she was a void
that longed for care
but was never satisfied
with what she had.
I gave my all. I really did.
i gave my all
but as she gently nodded
and pretended to be fine,
she looked the other way
and began sobbing
lying in wait of someone who
could actually help her.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't be the elixir
for the problems that kept you up at night
I couldn't be sufficient
I couldn't be your messiah.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
When I am most confused,
I can feel a profound sense of happiness,
Within debilitating sadness.
It is the sublimation of emotions.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC