#shoelaces
It’s like I’m walking
Home from school,
Counting the houses
That look the same.
It’s like I’m skipping
The cracks again,
Humming the tune
Inside of my head.
It’s like my shoe laces
Keep coming undone
No matter how much
I tie them up.
I pick at the thread
Hanging off of my sweater,
Not bothering to bend down
And double-knot.
And then when I trip,
I sit
And wonder
Why.
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 7:43 PM UTC
don't judge people
who's shoelaces
you wouldn't be strong enough
to tie
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
Tie me to my bedframe with shoelaces
Touch every inch of my body when I can't resist
Touch me, Please me, Long for me
Tied to my bed with shoelaces
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
We had something that never happened
Lost, uncertain, no control
Kids on a playground, ring-o-round,
Livid souls, trying to run but are trapped in
Suited like a shadow with multiple resting faces
Soul sunken into my shoes in my rainbow shoelaces
Apple in my throat, choking on my emotions
Anxious, paranoid, the same typical symptoms
I feel a little crazy, but at least it's kind of fun
It's a scary day when the depression comes
Captivate my flickering,
This hearts a costume, playing daydream
I'm tired of running the same old mazes
Time to tie up my rainbow shoelaces
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
When I was younger,
I ran barefoot,
Innocent and happy.
As I got older,
I began wearing shoes,
Because that was 'cool'
They hurt my feet,
And killed my innocence.
They drew me to the edge of a cliff
And as I walked along it's edge,
I tripped over
A stupid shoelace,
And now I am falling,
Dreading hitting the ground,
All so I could be 'cool'
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
My shoelaces flap side to side like one of those car-dealership inflatables arms-
My veiny stompers pump puddles of pure procrastination from perceptive sprinting-
Underneath the tune-buds, I cannot hear my sneakers scraping the scrap rocks of gravel-
To my left- a hooting owl habitats itself in a hushed game of charades-
To my right- a slick tree frog flies freely from a lofty leaf and lands in the lagoon-
Elapsed images of elastic languages fill my mind with everlasting wisdom-
Entertained by the watercolors, my canvas curdles and secedes the state of mind-
Pressing harder- the curtain continues to close as I chase the condescending daylight-
Pressing softer- the tuner in my temple turns into a terrorizing shriek from my tibia-
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
You and I are like the ends
of shoelaces.
Twisting and dancing
on the surfaces we know.
Sometimes our paths will cross
and one might seem higher
than the other.
Things always come around
as life leaves us the holes
to fit through.
This far into our journey
we seem so far apart.
Our dance through life will see
us collide together and
let the knot be tied at last.
I may end up on your side
and you upon mine,
but that is how two crossed threads
seem to wind up when they return
again as one.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC