#sulk
Is it okay to sulk when you know you’ll be better later?
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
The world spins
It spins and spins
We never question
Or doubt or fear
What would happen
If it suddenly halted
We are too busy
Walking and talking
Loving and hating
To think about words
That we don't want to hear
The end is inevitable
My sorrow grows
It grows and grows
I never question
Or doubt or predict
What would happen
If it suddenly stopped
I am too busy
Sulking and sobbing
Raging and ranting
To think about anything
That could be a bit joyful
Happiness is invisible
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
I blossomed
a beautiful rose
but life plucked me from my roots and I began to slowly wither away
and sulk
and droop
as my once thriving red petals turned brown and brittle,
began falling from my center.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
I will sit in my sadness
as I drape it on like a mask
I'd even wear it to bed and alone
but never while sunlight hours pass
My sadness is often rooted in my chest
it's built to last
creating a storm
of anguish and despair
and outgrowing other emotions
in its path
My sadness looks like envy
and is filled with wrath
too much pride to subdue it
but easily broken like glass
My sadness looks like you
when your leaving
You,
when we're not speaking
You,
when you don't need me
You,
when your not near me.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Drifted ashore
No oar
No paddle
No hope
Of retrieving this day
Floating sulkily away
So pass me a rope so I can
sway my ship to the
next
*hope on the horizon
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC