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Better
to create new memories,
rather than
re-visiting old ones......


Just a thought

I feel it coming on again...

The weight comes first
My concrete cloak
Slowly draped upon me
by the gentle hands of another

The skill of a pick pocket
but it gives
instead of taking

Like the oncoming of
A cold or flu
You feel its presence
but deny it
with all your will

Believing that
maybe by somehow
refusing to acknowledge
its existence

will inhibit its power
and the ability to exist


But no matter
how much I turn away
and forever swim
in my eternal lake
of denial

No matter
the compartments I create
with walls

Oh so high!
Or the tomb carved
deep within the soil
A myriad of twists and turns
creating a maze of dungeons

where it's
boxed up
sealed tight
and forever buried away
with the

Ark of the Covenant

There is no denying it
There is no escaping it

Instead,
there is only
the
refusal to admit it
and the refusal to accept it

A game I play
at times
Testing the limits
and true measure

of my
mental stability

"Don't ask questions
You don't want answers to"

and thus
my lips are sealed shut
my eyes closed
and my fingers plug my ears


And it's Here

inside my head

the empty void

and a limitless universe...


Here

I choose to stay

and where to live


Or maybe I've been here all along
Not how I feel at the moment thankfully
But an all too familiar experience

Written: May 1, 2018

All rights reserved.

depression drapes upon me clouding my head and my world
Her body’s poetry
got my taste buzz
buzzing for honey
My body buzzing
with excitement
Her mind flirtatious ways
signal my body
like a buzzer
My mind  buzzing
with ideas
Heart flares abuzz
like a blaze
I’ve heard the latest
buzz about her ecstasy
breathlessly waiting  to
abuzz into her body’s heat
Shhhh,  
Her body’s poetry
buzzing for my love!
Shhhh a buzzy kind of day ;) G’morning!
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
You keep your life on a pedestal,
Even when the love of your life is beside you...

Why is it every time I hid from my feelings,
I trip away, I hide, I even start to cry?
But every night I sleep, I get visions every week,
About him, and then I become scared.
My flame, he ignites it
Even when he stares deep into my eyes, my sockets
My heart starts to race, my body deflates...why am I feeling this way?

My stomach is filled with butterflies like my whole world has exhausted, like my whole life was on pause
Being trapped inside a box,
With no doorway that leads to anything,
That would turn my whole life upside down into something.

Every time I see him, my heart starts to melt,
My life starts to crumble, but the walls, they stay intact...
They won’t move, but there’s a door...
Whenever I step near, it’s like another person is on the other side, ...scared.
So, it’s about a girl(me) whose afraid to show her feelings to a guy that she really likes, but doesn’t know if he feels the same way for her.  So she’s hiding all these feelings that she feels towards him, but what she doesn’t know is that the other person on the other side of the wall is afraid of what she might think of him...if that made any sense.
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