Breanna evans

Jan 2019

ManxPoetryGuy

The dirt shifts under me,
My head laying back into the soft ground.
Situated on a small patch of brown,
Isolated from the world of flowers surrounding me.

It’s dark where I lay,
From here I can see the moon.
Bright and colourful resides outside of my patch,
Despite the trees in the suns wake.

I lift my arm to the sky,
Reaching for the moon.
A tattoo across my wrist formed by a fine blade,
reveals a sea of red from my outstretched palm.

My vision blurs and the world hazes,
I reach to pull the moon away and reveal the sun.
But the thatch work above me holts my progress,
Beneath it I am never to see the sky.

I long to breach this sky of branches...

Back at it again with another Depresso Poem, I promise I’ll write a happier one next time ;)

This is simply the story of a person who wants to beat their weaknesses to become happy, but feel they are unable to do so.

#depression #limits #selfimprovement #desire #pain

Breanna evans Jan 2019

One More

got up this morning
after staying up late
I took a couple tokes and I
could swear that **** was laced

something was trippy
in that ****
but I still took a few more hits

i'm always wanting just one more
without it, life is such a bore
more coffee, sugar, this and that
of course, just one more cigarette

it *****, I had a couple nugs
and now i'm almost out of bud
I've never felt this way before
everything leaves me wanting more

I try not to escape too long
but then it's always one more song
just one more work out, one more game
lately it all ends the same

I think I'm gonna disappear
just for a while, to get things clear
and try to change my attitude
so I can have some gratitude

I don't appreciate this life
this lovely dog, my loving wife
I'm far too busy in my chase
to see what's right there in my face

train every day to be my best
take measurements of my success
watch how I eat and meditate
but does that help with anything?

#addiction #badpoetry #desire #drive #motivation #obsession

Jan 2019

Hailey Rebecca McNutt

Self Care

Being in love
With someone—
Fragile
As glass;
Being in love
With yourself—
Strong
As stone

Jan 2019

aL

Prisoner's Point of View.

The prisoner, he is losing his precious eyesight, and he is quite glad
For years now, never had the chance to intrude,
The world he never knew.
To him, nothing left to see other than his crummy cell.
In rhyme, he prays every night
He asks for guidance and asked for peace
On unpainted walls he sees his reflection, dull and disturbing feats
In his flesh, there's a certain feeling he won't figure.
He is empty, lacks the soul, the will to go out side. The prisoner is actually a freeman. The prisoner is me.

*
Unpainted walls, i see my reflection
My prison cell is a state of mind
Losing my sight is losing my appetite
Certain feeling on my flesh is numbness

I introduced my self to the world anonymously, i am glad now i can. Good night, January.

Sorry for typos, its me

#filipino #pinoy #not #tagalog #metaphor

Breanna evans Jan 2019

Kitten

little ball of fur
claws and sandpaper kisses
too pure for this world

inspired by a bobtail kitten I rescued that bears a striking resemblance to that little cat from those Shrek movies.

#badpoetry #cat #haiku #****** #kitten #senryu #somethingjapanese #sushi