#pleas
Don’t touch the soul! It is alive!
It can remember a great deal!
Its memories are like a hive.
Don’t touch the soul! It is too leal!
Don’t worm into the soul rudely
Like in a thicket, breaking twigs.
Just listen, how it's drawly groaning!
Attend to its so silent pleas!
The soul is tortured! Please, don't touch it!
If you can’t love, just pass it by!
Don’t touch the soul! I pray, don’t break it!
The soul hurts! Don’t let it die!
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
I no longer dare to take a breath, can't provoke me, I won't breathe
Finding it too risky under the pressure of a thousand seas
Plus, you see, I must conserve the air for my self-righteous pleas
To produce more I planted the forest I can't see through the trees
Gods speed please, I've already been brought to my knees
By the artic breeze off a shoulder so cold it threatens to freeze
This house of cards I call a home sheds support beams with ease
From the inception of my very first organic thought
I've been largely ineffective at controlling my plot
Have I earned that first breath I got or not?
Probably not
The gut shot is how obvious it is that everyone at my table agrees
©2024
Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 7:33 AM UTC
There's no escaping these prison walls of skull and bone that nobody sees
The only thing stopping me is me, or so it seems
Look past the nose on your face, I'm beggin' you please, hear my pleas
My nightmares roll over into daymares, you get to look forward to your dreams
©2023
Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 6:10 PM UTC
I lay still, staring at the ceiling
It was all dark; no colours, no feeling
A constant thumping in my chest, the spirit wasn't leaving
Moonlight shone through the window, soothing quiet screaming
Body contorted, agony was unveiling
Put me to sleep: I closed my eyes, pleading.
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
Somehow everyone has a mental illness
When did a disease become a trend?
It feels like we are in a storybook
The boy who cried wolf
Where everyone cries out for help
But those whose pleas meant something were left unheard
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
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I dare not dull my mind
with wine, unless it's
truly sweet. As much I want
to rest, I hear my pen's pleas,
as its golden blood bleeds; for
to always stay vertical! Only
on my deathbed, should it
be laid to rest horizontally.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Ayer probé el humo
era DENSO
era ESPESO
Ayer caminaba por la avenida
paso un autobús
era GRANDE
gritaba HUMO
Era denso, era espeso, era gris.
Entro en mi cuerpo, escupí lamentos,
camine a la tienda
y estaba allí
con un par de cigarrillos y unos jeans
Era LINDA
deslumbraba VIDA
buscaba FUEGO
y le sonreí...
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
BD
we make death
we eat breadths
lay in beds
bray and fret
we make death
sticks which twitch up the legs
passing through like a wish
it’s an inside your one-two tease
i stare at your shell
i want to ring your bell
just plant your hell on me
give yourself what you need
please baby please
give yourself what you need
we make death
we acquiesce
apodyopsis
feint of logic
till quite obnoxious
eat flesh in keys quixotic
lubricious sycophant rhapsodic
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
When I wept before you
watching my emotions fall like
crayon colours
Painting the floor with immature
emotions...
did you read the colours I spelt..
Or did you just see irregular patterns
spelling out my pleas...
that were like chalk drawings
to your understandings
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Time is a hallway, long and thin.
Open a door and see what's within.
See beauty or horror who knows what's inside.
Some are dreams that were left to die.
You will see laughter and glee.
And people who never were all they could be.
The disease of wallowing through time.
Is getting lost every night.
When you see someone who needs your help.
Do you spend you time or go someplace else?
Because the hallway is only so long there is an end.
Say goodbye to dreams, hopes, and friends.
For at the end of the hallway you see.
Is a coffin, waiting just for me.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Why are these dreams broken?
when all these words are left unspoken.
Uncertainty killing those who care inside.
They are left to rot, left to die.
Why are their faces filled with sorrow?
They see no light, no tomorrow.
They beg and they plea.
Only to see cruelty.
Why do the stars fade from our eyes?
Is it because we are slowly dying inside.
Why are you sad, why can't you breath?
You are drowning in sorrow, please don't leave.
Why are we abandoned and left to rot.
Never to leave stuck in this spot?
Why do our nightmares overcome our dreams?
Because can't you see.
These dreams are broken, they are left unspoken, by me.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
When the heart speaks words too heavy for the ears
When the pains can no longer be shared
When all seems too hard to face
When despair is all that's worth carrying
When too low that the heart is sinking
When life seems too unbearable to keep fighting
DEAR Lord may you always be there
To carry the load & burdens
To free me from all my burdens
That no more shall my heart be outweighed
Surely your grace is sufficient
Perfect it in my weakness
Renew & Restore my Joy
Embrace me closely that loneliness has no place
Withholding nothing, not anymore.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC