#tangles
I think it is time I finally give up
Many years I have tried
Ugly habits plucked like weeds
They just grow back inside
Singing melodies to help sleep
Never gets easier alone
Bed feels colder every night
Missing all peace I've ever known
Demons play games inside head
Bouncing around bonfire
Laughing at my suffering
Nerves wrapped in barbed wire
The weight of past mistakes drag down
Shoulders breaking under stress
Searching for dream to salvage
Cannot find it within the tangled mess
Mar 9, 2023
Mar 9, 2023 at 12:32 AM UTC
i’ve tangled with a lot of bodies
after we ended.
i’ve knotted myself with different hearts
pretentiously knowing that this pain i’ve felt could be mended.
i’ve scrambled those ties in my hands and how easy it was for me to un-knot them.
one knot comes in, after a few days, weeks, or sometimes but not often, months, slowly it detangles itself and i leave untangled, unbroken, as if nothing went past these lines on my heart, my body, my lips, like it didn’t happen at all.
i thought those messy tangles i put myself into would be as hard as when we had to untangle ourselves — or just me, i guess — from the oh so short but very sweet time we’ve had together.
but, i was wrong.
i wasn’t left untangled,
i wasn’t unbroken.
i still had a little not, tied in between my heart, body, and lips, which i try so hard not to notice by putting myself out there, messing my own lines up till i catch someone who ends up letting go afterwards.
to you,
we’ve already part ways,
to me,
you barely left.
i wish you could untangle this knot you left.
i wish you could mess with mine again, and probably leave a bigger knot — so obvious that i’d give up trying to fix it.
i wish to see how your soft hands would carefully untie, over then under then pull and stretch, this knot and maybe i could finally figure out that it was so easy that i didn’t even need your help.
but you’re gone.
and i have to accept that.
it’ll take time before this untangles by itself so i’ll just let it be for awhile.
and when someone does come not only to tie their heart with mine,
but also untangle what you had left behind,
then i’ll be fine,
and know that now’s my time.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
The ancient word for hesitation.
Twisting and turning in your three-dimensional mind like a maze
till the ball of string you carry gets all tangled up.
Perhaps I should be more decisive...
Maybe I should me more conclusive...
Make up my mind like a bed and then,
maybe I should lay in it. Assert myself.
Treat life like a chess board.
Make my moves through my own devices
and not rely on the intervention of higher forces,
or guardian spirits to pilot my choices,
or sit uncomfortably on fences waiting for the fates
To push me either side.
Tweogan.
It is reassuring to know it's an age old phenomenon.
That even our ancestors were predisposed to
rock to and fro in fevers of doubt and indecision.
That our ancestors would dabble in-between conscientious visions;
caught in anxious possibilities and cautious projections.
The hidden threads of back and forth thought
all forgotten by hindsight's way of portraying
a seamless fluidity to the embroidery of life.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
I am so alone, but you are so blind.
There's plenty in this world that seek solace in
my words. They come to me, play with the tangles
in my hair, but you, distant cold you, the only one I
have eyes for, just don't care to be my muse.
Sandoval
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
tangly hair and light pink nails
a pretty little mess
disaster's got his eyes on you
and your black sequin dress
you sniff and sneeze just what you please
when all you want is wine and cheese
you've sent your brain over the seas
and give your love the rose gold keys
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
what a huge mess
I'm caught up in tangles
all because I must confess
your love has got me strangled
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC