#ostracized
One day, I belong with the rest
I lag behind, just trailing along
No one notices me
Until I'm gone
I'm part of a set
Without me, you're incomplete
But you don't notice me
Until I'm gone
You're still debating whether or not I belong
I've been ostracized from my peers after all the countless years
And now I simply don't exist
I'm left alone
In the frozen, black abyss
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
In that moment we are hopeless.
When we seek attention.
We are devoid of the fact that we'll never be seen.
We'll get to explore the unknown with thoughts that make us sin.
We expose us to gain.
In the end all we get is pain.
We seek attention.
Believing we'll be noticed.
Constantly wanting the fame.
We forget what we wanted to get noticed.
In the end, all respect is lost.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
from your closet
i
am
free
******
tryn baffle
me
take your tongues
throw them
in
my
fire
your trickery
hush
hush
hush me
with more
of
you
we kiss her perfectly formed lips
she tattooed i love you
between my hips
with her
toungue
i
am
come
undone
we inscribe
my name
below
her
shame
me an molly
love draws
it
we pause it
?
...
..
.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
washed
white washed
it
was
left an black mark
clean clean
clean
we stripped it down
the
stone
was
?
,..
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
#2 | 31 Poems for August
Lately I’ve come to realise that I’m scared of what the future holds.
Lost touch with reality, I’m losing most of my control.
I know I don’t show but I have a fear of being ostracized.
I haven’t seen you in quite a while.
Everything has changed, you can see it in my eyes.
I’m lost and I can’t seem to find you.
I’ve tried being patient but I’m gradually losing time.
On some days it feels like I’m losing my mind.
I’ve been broken, battered and betrayed.
I’ve been booed off stage in a city far from home.
The truth is, I wish I still had an audience I could recite these words to.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes I get caught up in my own world too.
There are millions of questions I can’t find the courage to ask.
But even if I did, I probably wouldn’t get all the answers.
I probably wouldn’t be able to fully accept the truth.
There are millions of questions I can’t seem to find the answers to.
I’m not afraid of the dark, I’ve seen the light a million times before.
A million times before I’ve been trapped in this detrimental allure.
My love will never die even when it’s ostracized.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC