#mope
There are those who understand how it is
to see their mother beaten (down and up)
to see their young brother cheating
to spend the winter weeks with no heating
to be resourceful enough to put MacGyver to shame
to be racked with guilt but none of the blame
to jump any time the doorbell rings
to wonder about looping round with the swings
to undertake the first mission to Mars
to spend far too much time in cars
to listen to the music of Gary Numan
to put up with the voice of Gary Numan
to be unable to recognise the difference between bare truths and pretty little fictions
to look in the mirror and see only problems
to cut their flesh up into silicone quadrants
to be free (like William Wallace)
to look at a beer and see a three day ******
to give in to fear
to be a pretender
to be half way through a sentence and forget what it was you were saying
to pray to anything that might answer
to feel helpless
to feel hopeless
to be lost
and those who don't.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 1:53 AM UTC
when i should sleep i think of you
when i should wake i close my eyes
i shut my blinds
ignore the sky
i bite my nails
or else my tongue
i go to work
and keep on trying
ive stiched onto my face
that cardboard smile
i have a blessed life
but it's hard to taste
the fruit of the garden
that is covered with thorns
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
Day by day, harder
for me to take it.
There's little or no
chance I'll make it.
To the natural end
of this brittle life
Stay my hand or I'll
find a way to break
what's left of me.
Left idle my hands
wring pain through
my brain, dry as
bone and barely
working.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
You showed me a letter
It broke my heart into pieces
As i saw that you liked her better
My energy decreases
Stop playing with my feelings
Stop giving me false hope
I'll stop in giving so much meaning
For you're the reason why i mope
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
the dark is like
a cup of
youth
a nostalgic omnipresence
that never fades
always the same at the end of every day
but no walls can keep me protected
from the thoughts that the dark brings like
unwanted guests to
a pity party
we belong to the dark
born in the dark
erased in the dark
never felt so alive entrenched in black
yet so dead
because closing my eyes does nothing
to the sheet that lays over my eyes
where there is no light to hide
from
the waking world
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC