#stressful
The world a force to pray
The months and years
Looking up at the sky rays
The change of force
Takes over any course
Change of luck
The winning horse
Nature takes the course*
Lighting fuse
Change of force
Growing full force
Godly- Rose
Tearing- forgiving
The change of force
Prepares us to a better living
Do* a* change* of* good
Jun 13, 2023
Jun 13, 2023 at 1:05 PM UTC
The art of procrastination, is to not care at all.
What a fool I am?
To assume I could do nothing at all,
other than worry.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Humid breeze fell
Hard upon
Us
From there I heard
How descended
She.
Sonorous footprints
rushing towards
Me
From there I knew,
That for her came
They,
Mass-hurtled inquirers.
Before long said
I:
'Cannot be taken
Her!'
Over crown-blasted blaze
rushed
I
To the moist
street;
Taking
The eyes of
Mine,
Flickered
The world against
Me.
Reached they for
In my arms laying
Wings.
Thereupon I felt,
the groundbreaking
Hiss,
Which,
From envying
Eyes,
Hurled out
Itself in
Disguise.
From there I knew
That hasten must
I
Behind circumference,
Under immensity,
Before evocation.
And then revealed
She
The wings for the
Stars.
Flashing eyes reborned
Life,
Plumes hurtled the
Ground,
Skin-flares illumed the
Sky,
Goldening-hair had
Confound.
And then ran
I
Just against
Me!
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 7:16 PM UTC
My mind has gone blank.
Yet I have so much to do.
A cacophony of voices critiquing
But those helping are so few.
How could the instructions be any clearer,
Than how they were written down?
How do I get people to realise that
If they don’t stop piling on this **** I will drown.
Nobody seems to want to talk to each other
Yet they expect me to know it all
With several teachers whose tones want to crucify me
But who’s words say I shouldn’t take the fall.
And it’s not my responsibility
To do this work for you
And really it would get finished a lot faster
If you did some of this too.
And I understand that you have lots of ideas
So, you want to change things constantly.
But do YOU understand that everything you change
Is a few more hours work for me?
I've no time to finish this poem
Because I have to go complete another task.
So, I’ll leave a copy right here for you
And hope it helps you see through my obvious mask.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
it's no small wonder, watching birds learn to fly.
there's a small nest on the ledge outside my dorm window, and the chirping of the mothers wakes me up on the earliest of days. i'd be lying if i said i was overjoyed at the occurence, especially on the days when i have early class.
but then came the babies.
like me, they were cold and afraid in a completely new environment.
like me, they were scared to death of every person walking by.
like me, they had no clue how to fly.
but like me, they learned.
i live somewhere else now, and still get woken up by the birds. i can't help but wonder sometimes if they're the babies that learned to fly on the ledge outside my room around the same time that i did, stroke by wobbly stroke through the turbulent air. it's amazing how much they've grown. i'm so proud of them.
likewise, i'm proud of myself. i made it through the first year of college-bad grades, no friends, drama, and adjusting to being by myself a lot was a really hard transition. once i left the nest, that was it. and it was terrifying. but i've learned to fly since those days, and despite a badly paying job, no friends in the area, and being down on myself, i'm still hovering above the ground. that's no small accomplishment.
it's no small wonder, watching birds learn how to fly.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
As I inhale for yet another breath,
I realize I haven't quite gotten some rest.
Maybe it's because all I kept stressing over last night was the fact of which, you weren't safe yesterday night.
I keep myself well aware of the situations you've been involved with,
I've been attempting to get some sort of attention from you,
But I guess I'm just fitting in like everyone else,
You're just not seeing me quite right,
Maybe you put me through this nerve racking test.
I'm exhausted,
I've been waiting in this same spot for this entire time, thinking maybe just maybe you would've called.
But the only person I hear from the other end is the person specifically telling me that you're unavailable at this time.
I feel so drowned inside,
The way you ignored my sense of effort,
The only hope I have now is for someone, anyone to guide me to a light,
Or maybe even a simple sign,
I just need you to want me - like.
But I guess I'm just not your precise right.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
STRAIN is pressure on the muscle,
Stress is pressure on the brain,
A culmination of anxieties,
Hard to bear, hard to explain,
It's a stressful world we live in ...
PRESSURE on the muscle, is called strain,
Pressure on the brain, is called stress,
Over exertion of the grey matter,
Cerebral tiredness, mental duress,
It's a stressful world we live in ...
STRESS is pressure on the brain,
Strain is pressure on the muscle,
Symptoms of life's hectic pace,
Attempts to cope, with life's hustle and bustle,
It's a stressful world we live in ...
PRESSURE on the brain, is called stress,
Pressure on the muscle, is called strain,
Perhaps trying too hard to compete,
A desire too strong to attain,
It's a stressful world we live in ...
Don't expect too much from life,
While still always trying your best,
Put your shoulder against the wheel,
The strain in your muscle is real,
But leave all the stress for the rest!
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Father please,
Stop yelling,
My ears begin to bleed.
Mother please,
Stop slamming things,
I tremble in my chair.
Sister please,
Stop pacing the house,
I become so unsettled.
Amidst the noises,
Of the television on,
The yelling
And the slamming,
And the pacing,
There is no quiet.
My mind is jumbled
And I cannot focus on anything.
My hands shake as
I want to throw and hit things.
There is so much noise,
So much loudness,
I am losing myself and I want to rip myself apart and I want to cry and
I want to scream
STOP!
But I can only sit.
I can only cover my ears,
I can only look away,
I can only retreat inside once again.
I can only try to remember when this wan't happening.
I can only hold tightly onto my own hands and hope this ends soon.
And yet,
I may wish,
And I may wish again.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Is this life even worthing living?
If you have stress each and every day it just keeps building up
Then one day it just stops and becames peaceful
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Time flies by.
What happened to my mom's lullaby?
What will happen next?
This is just a jumble of text,
about the future that is to come,
when I will worry about my income.
Money gets us everything these days,
the amount dependent on these essays,
that we write in school.
They mold and shape us a certain way into a little tool.
I just want to live a happy life.
Maybe even become a happy wife.
I'm trying to rhyme,
but I'm running out of time.
So here I will stop.
Stop thinking and just stare at my desktop.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
It's as if I closed my eyes and time passed me by
I wish that I could rewind
I miss the feeling of being careless and free
But now I have responsibility shackling me
I miss the days that I could play without stress
But now my life is just a mess
I miss the world inside my imagination
But now it's become my damnation
Every thought is centered around what I need to get done
There is no vocabulary in my life to define "Fun"
And I am not alone, but I feel deserted
I keep calling out, but fear no one heard it
I feel like I am lost inside my mind
And I am searching but I can not find
The way out of this Hell I've been sentenced to
Life was easier before I grew
up.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
angry men who do not know I do not have a dollar or a cig to spare. Ugly irrefutable contagion-handed howlers. Angry mischievous heathens that pantomime on 6:00a.m. sidewalk, Wicker Park gallow stop-sign, choreographed gutter-punk drunk walk. And of all he wants and could ever want splits down his gooey membrane brain in the outline of a noun shaped fragment of a clause, "Couldja spare 80¢ for the train," but of course I don't spare on the ellipsis or the period. Semi-colons I won't! My rubber-bottomed leather boots lash out, heavy scraping sounds trail this mirrored shadow half an angle behind me.
***** Blonde framed sunglasses from American Apparel, a gift from my sister in a folded Ray-Ban case is scattered on last nights bedroom floor, my girlfriend has certainly not noticed, the gloom-coated morning sun spray has not noticed; but I have unzipped a fissure in the ocular lens. My heart skips a beat. Her bedroom might as well have swallowed them whole. Now the house can halt and have the shade, swaying in Spring air in 10:22a.m. shadows. The aviator himself Howard Hughes would strike me with his 488 aircraft. Edwin Starr in his invincible sinister calypso of War would turn me round. I was sturdy as a rock until I began to forget my forgottens. These unknown unknowns I knew I needed. I'm over a quarter-century on to noon going nowhere- and quite blindly.
But then, still she could stand upright and find me. Her neck crooked, looking onward through the East, the gristly roots of rhubarb buried in her searching fingernails. She's threaded worse, and of course if I could just tell her- this is the kind of nursing which requires acute temperament and flexibility. I am thus on a journey to strike nonsense and fear from the idiotic vocabulary that put this nonsense in my head. Split through me like a butter knife into my apotropaic. Perhaps tar water could cure my ails. If not, certainly a sliver of vanilla would set me straight. Or if could just rain rain rain all day, then I'd make do without, but she is at school. My pistons are racked and nervous, and I'm not going anywhere but my rucksack stoop. I am camped in midwestern Spring soup. Fog, rain, and shade. The nightmare of day.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC