#tryharder
A moment of that child’s voice
tattoos a grief
permanent without ears to hear
my fear of hating humanity
inches nearer
while my loves try not to fade
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 6:56 PM UTC
All I want is a different path
Then life gets thrown in the trash
All I wanted was to laugh
Is it too much just to ask
All I wanted was to find a way out
Then life gives me that doubt
All I wanted was a different life
The price to pay is another sight
The one day
That will come
When all I wanted was a little laugh and a little smile
Without all my dreams getting thrown in the past
That one day when life lifts you up
Its time to make a change
But for now, I have to stay
And try to live a better day
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 1:17 PM UTC
I always try not to cry
I always try to put on a happy face
I always try to think everything is going to be fine
I always try to forget
I always try to focus on me
I always try to get distracted
I always try not to miss you
I always try to stop loving you
I always try to try
I always try to love without you
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
Please stop this hurting,
and this confusion.
Can't you see I'm breaking?
Are you really just an illusion?
This isn't a decision.
I'm being shoved,
making me lose vision
and questioning "am i really loved"?
I want to stay for my beloved,
but I need room.
Why won't you let me feel loved?
I just want to bloom.
Please won't you let me?
Please just set me free.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC
You only lose
When you don't get back up
And continue to cruise
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
He raises the bow, slides
Delicately across strings,
D major, A sharp, C minor
Elbow straight, raised high,
And something magical happens
Notes released into the air,
Gliding swiftly, cleanly, clearly.
Mourning put into music,
Rejoicing in regret,
Reading without words,
The deepest, the understanding
of the soul.
Of the bass, harp, violin,
there is only one sound I hear
It is the cello, one cello,
Played by one whose every breath
in rhythm, flat nose, sharp ears
Eyes closed, head rocking, like of
one possessed, but by the spell, the
beauty, the ethereal essence of music, that
One cannot simply deny.
Brother, I know you have the it
that it takes, though I don't know what
is it, really. But I watch you, and I
Simply know, deep in the
Recesses of my soul,
that you can.
So stop dragging me to these
performances to tell me
look at them! I'll never be
This good
And start trying, actually
trying, for once in your life.
I'll be waiting to see you
on that stage, playing for me.
Don't disappoint me.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC