#metaphorically
When I was younger I was easily stressed
Now that I'm older I've come to realize that I've wasted a lot of time worrying about things I had no control over
I didn't have control over it then
And I don't have control over it now
Every time I go through a bad time in my life
It makes the previous times seem less bad
It's then that I ask myself, why the hell didn't you just enjoy yourself
What you were stressed about seems so insignificant now
It's like looking at a picture of a past love
You almost always ask yourself ... What was the fuss about ...
And somehow they never appear as pretty as you had remembered them to be
The veil has come off and the ******** truth has been exposed
Like the man who is hungover in the blistering sun
It never goes down well
And no one wants to be twice a fool ...
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
Dark shadows enfold
my heart that
I gave you to hold.
*
Every time you walk past,
without even an hello,
Omni, I get so cold as if my
soul will freeze then fold
*
Your being completed me,
so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what
your eye's use to behold.
*
I'm as a withered plant,
without your sun I'm done.
The end of my species,
never to see the sun.
*
Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom,
I was the most beautiful in the room!
*
Thank you for that.
~SacredInkedBlood
(Author Ven J. Arnold)
©2018
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Poetry
Is a bowl of homemade ice-cream
Leaving behind the greatest feeling:
Accomplishment
But leaving behind another:
The questioning of
The flavor
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC