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  Aug 2018 trisha denise
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
trisha denise Jul 2018
in your eyes i see sadness,
i didn't see galaxy nor oceans
i didn't see speckles of brightness
nor a stardust of hope
your eyes is empty.
dull, black, empty.

but your eyes feels like home
i found out that,
staring into an orbs with stars and oceans,
is exhausting, but with your eyes that feels
like home, makes up everything.

but now it's nothing.

- i don't feel safe at home anymore.
trisha denise Jul 2018
drowning but i'm watching everyone breathe,
there's a smile on my face but a pain underneath,
i have tried to fight it, but it's a powerful force i can't defeat,
and this is my life, a cycle on repeat.

it's like being struck by a light,
when i realized the fears and feelings i've been trying to fight.
i, then started to think that i've lost the battle.
and i lost myself in the shadow of my own struggle.

- it's better to feel everything than to feel nothing at all.
trisha denise May 2018
i feel like everything's falling apart,

if i would be in movie, i'm lost and i do
n't know the parts.

the world doesn't make me feel alive anymore,

i can't even feel the beat of my own heart anymore.

i was thrown into a loop of feeling nothing and being nothing,

noise, disturbant noise, is all i could hear

black, pitch black, is all i could see yet i feel no fear,

numbness, is all i could feel, even though my limbs are ripping apart.

no light, no pain, nothing.

and all at once, i feel nothing with the beat of my own heart.

- i know that my heart beating, but i'm barely breathing.
trisha denise May 2018
your voice, it's burning with compassion,
and i think singing is one of your passion.

i think my heart will never get tired of hearing your voice,
it silenced my heart, that produced a lot of noise.

- i found my favorite melody.
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