#mindovermatter
I remember when I was fresh and crisp like orange peel
now I sit and wonder "when will these aching bones finally heal?"
I used to be as strong as tungsten steel
now I'm realizing
I am my own Achilles' heel.
the records of my memory are quickly sealed,
pieces of myself are now completely concealed,
getting to them is like walking through a minefield.
yet still I tiptoe
through this treacherous land
it's so dark, I cant even see my own hands.
nevertheless I wander through the sands of time,
even though in this world I'm completely blind.
because I will not leave myself behind,
even in my current state of mind,
it is myself I will find.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Rather
let the dust
settle…
*than get
a bronze
medal*!
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC
I yearn for love that is blind,
but I long to hear that my
eyes and lips are pretty
I champion love that is mind over matter,
but I cannot help but trace the shape of your body
and be happy that it is beautiful
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
Take the words as a grain of salt
You are stronger
Than your own thoughts
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
Why do i talk about darkness all the time
When clearly you're the one filling up my mind
When images just seemingly start to appear
My thoughts of destruction just disappear
Your cute little laugh just echos in my head
When thi feeling in my *** like fire it spreads
On cold early mornings reaching for your hand
Seconds ticking in an hour glass full of sand
Wishing for this moment to last forever
I need to make a move so its now or never
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
It was selfish of her
To leave.
She needed the change;
Had to move,
Having been stuck so long
She felt suppressed,
And so depressed.
She just needed to leave,
But where could she start?
He was easiest to leave,
The most convenient to cut off;
He didn't hold on,
He didn't even try.
She didn't know,
Was she angry
That it was easy for her to leave?
Or that he didn't even try to stop it?
But she had to leave,
The reasons didn't matter,
The semantics were moot,
Whether he wanted her to,
Or he didn't--
Whether she wanted to,
Or she didn't want him to let her;
Nothing mattered.
It was truly selfish of her
To leave.
She had to fly
And he made it easy for her
To leave him behind...
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
the melancholy soaks your heart in an ocean of ice. you
are drowning but feel no pain, just a
numbness that spreads to your fingers and toes and
a cold whose depths have no limit. your mind is the
two-faced mayor of your body, knowing that everything is
all right but
plunging and holding you under at the same time,
torturing you only to show that it can.
it knows every beautiful thing in the world but also every
unflinching horror, and
pries your eyes open to parade in front of you
a sea of images of utter despair and desperation.
it is like the world's worst propaganda, the most corrupt
media company ever to have existed. it
brings you from the pinnacle of your existence, the
sun-dappled happiest moments of your life, to lying
fetal and trembling
in the dark
alone.
it is an 80-foot monster wave that is the purest
adrenaline rush you have ever sought, and in a split second, it
holds you under until you wish you were dead.
you still have air in your lungs, though, and a heart that stubbornly
refuses to stop pumping and bringing life to your body.
you have legs that remember, and enjoy, the gift of walking, of running,
skipping, skating.
you have fingers that know how to hit keys on a keyboard, wrists
that can bend to let you write and draw anything that you want.
your mind isn't everything and you can beat it,
no matter what it tells you.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
None of us are alone,
Shouldn't have to go through this
-alone.
But you inevitably missed the structure of chromosomes
telling you
your cycle will continue to spiral until you come home,
until you bid adieu
to the confines of your dome
until your burning will
is greater than your **viral
complaints** that yo life ain't ill.
say farewell to the prideful
side of yourself, and chill
we were never meant to be so vile
but still-
We don't beg the universe for mercy,
but demand reward.
We don't transmit love, instead remain thirsty
drinking from and selfishly consuming the entire gourd.
Take all we can get
then we claim we're bored.
Oh, shed thy ego completely
to fall in love with a life you adore.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
My poetry *****
along with yours
nothing but a sad story
about how you inescapably feel
in that moment
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
Before you
speak
do
wish
think
or feel
think about it
for yourself,
make sure it's real.
Because nine times of out ten, chances are you'll catch your mind
in a game of pretend. The only difference is there's no fun in the end.
Just a lonely game for one, so why begin?
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Plant a seed
Watch it grow
Delicate petals unfold
Untouched beauty
So pristine
Yet so alone
Bathe in the sunlight
Soak up the rays
Grow ever more beautiful
With each passing day
Passer-bys walk on through
Caress your petals
Fawn over you
“How beautiful you look”
Your color so vibrant
You extend into the sky
Reaching so high
But the clouds gather
Their color darkens
Drops flow
Your beauty is marred
No longer untouched
You’ve been ruined for all
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
They say mind over matter as if it is a good thing
As if it is a good thing that my mind is taking over my body
As if it is a good thing that my mind moves my mouth to say things I don't want to
As if it's a good thing that my mind gets so cluttered I can't even see straight
As if it's a good thing that my hands move to hit when I don't want to
Or when I can't even leave my bed even though I have a thousand things to do
Or when I start shaking uncontrollably, like the heart within me has cracked down the middle and shifted out of place like tectonic plates
When my mind turns me into a walking earthquake, HOW is that ok?!
They say mind over matter as if its OKAY for me to still cry about things that don't matter
As if it's ok for Ruby Sparks to snap her fingers and bark like a dog
MY MIND IS TAKING OVER EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS AND THERES NO WAY I CAN STOP IT
My mind is not a sacred pure place, it it is dark and angry
I can't change it so easily because controlling the thing that is in control is more complex than you think
I control my arms with my brain, I control my mouth with my brain, I control my legs with my brain
but how can i control my brain with my brain
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC