#stuggle
Too much
The search for life's promises
Running from what you see as ugly
Frozen in daily labor to survive
Too much
We want more
We need more
and We deserve it
Too much
The happy cheer
The sad cry
And bystanders watch as it all becomes too much
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 8:26 PM UTC
I feel like I'm drowning
no
not drowning
drowning comes with resistance.
I am sinking to the bottom of the ocean
my every thought is a stone in my pocket
my mind treads ever forward though it knows I will not float
it doesn't care
It is only after my head dips below the surface that I start to realize the severity of what I cannot undo
I open my mouth to ask for help
but instead, my regurgitated words bubble out of my lungs and float away
and I'm distracted by the beauty of the scene
isn't that so like a poet?
so engulfed in the romanticization of my death that I pick up the shovel
and I dig the grave myself
so distracted with the view
I can't force out the words I need
I won't betray those stones in my pocket,
Can't give them away
But then again, what have they ever done for me?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
Once again, I've found myself up against a wall
I know because I've done it all before
Play pretend, I hear voices linger down the hall
I don't feel like doing this anymore
Can you hear the voice inside me?
I don't want to call you when the sun sets
I won't show you all my pieces
I refuse to give you my troubles
I neglect to let loose all my demons
Can you hear what my tongue claims?
Do you feel what I'm trying to say?
It calls you by name
Asking you to stay
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
These scars upon me, are part of a story, about the time I danced with death,
I took his outstretched hand and he swore to take away my breath
With brilliant twisted tempo, his feet moved in time with mine,
Against his body, he smelt like sweet poison and whispered "my dear you are divine"
He vowed to give me purpose, promised he wouldn't leave my side, people will remember he laughed "the girl I took as mine"
"Do not blame yourself" he soothed "your heart was far too weak"
I will give you a beautiful end and grant the release you seek
My mind grew very weary but my heart would fight once more
I said "I cannot let you win dear death, it's time to end this war"
Through battles I escaped him, these scars my living proof
He still craves the life I promised him and vows to one day be my noose
So as you look upon my scars, it is not shame I feel
But pride that though I danced with death, I prevailed and did not yield
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
All that other folks can do,
Why with patience...should not you?
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a vague man
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victory cup
And he learned too late when the night came down
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems really far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
The fear of what you keep from me
and how it could hurt me
the devastation of the lack of your touch
the unbelief at the weapons you have formed against me
that name on your lips
cause me such swells of depression
my heart breaks everyday
but it needs you so much
that it always calls on phoenix to rise from the ashes
and the magnetism of your heart
pulls on mine
and she yields like she did for the first time
like she never had the scar
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC