"dificult" poems
The sun peaks from behind
Just to warmly say hi
I encourage myself to smile
And view the world without a sigh.
Let me observe what is right
And detach the wrong knit
Let me decide with supreme might
To avoid the doom pit.
Let me face obstacles without fear
And let my body steadily bear
Let me cure the wound with tears
And change the misconception of dear.
Let me enjoy my worldly life
But not abandoning the true divine
Let me kiss the moment that rife
To make my days stay shine
Let me live within the moment
Appreciating the oxygen given
Let me strive to be competent
In studies, in work and in romance.
Let me be the real me
Who is weak but love Lord
Don't judge, don't peeve
Cause I believe not only me is odd.
To live a life that is hella dificult
To be a girl of diamond worth
To ignore any kind of evil cult
To make my mark on Earth
I thank myself for these endeavour.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
My eyes try to open
But the sun is too bright
I don't want to cry
So I close my eyes
I try to keep it in
To show that I'm strong
It's so hard sometimes
So I squeeze them shut
I open them again
When I hear laughter
I wish I could go outside
But is is too dificult for me
If I could just smile..
But I feel pain
I feel remorse
I feel weak and little
I don't want to time-travel
So I block the images out
I close my eyes
I force them to shut
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
I've no idea why I write so much
As I have never had a way with words.
And I don't know why I fight so much
When I am genuinely apathetic toward the outcome of most arguments.
I think I get bored.
Maybe I just--
I like to make things dificult.
I like the combination of puzzle and pain.
It gives me something to fill my little brain.
Purpose.
A reason to be awake.
It's like a game.
But not the kind that children play.
More like a contest.
Who can destroy themselves the fastest?
Except the only prize is self denial and
If you are lucky--
A bit of Jack to wash away the lonliness.
A miserable existence, I know.
I live it,
Because I still have this ridiculous hope
That the empty chair in the kitchen will
Save me from myself.
I'm a senseless,
Rambling,
Fool.
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
Thoughts revolve in my head
sometimes good , sometimes bad.
I feel like I am in carousel
that rotates endlesly
arousing my fantasy.
Sometimes it relives me
but increases my fear.
swetty hands and dificult to breathe
try to push away but it resist.
I become tense
emotions is raging inside me
because Im very sensitive.
And its dificult to get peace.
Usually it helps to get it out
in form of lyrics to show how I feel
with hope to get a positive refill.
Doctors try to cure and control the thoughts
in my head with medication and therapy.
But is it good to get stable
without passion for my creativity?
Without compasion and possibility
to discribe and explane how I feel...
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
The professesor explained
if you knew the math
it wouldbe crystal clearr
the wave function squared, which gives you the ability
to find
your
self, greek word logos, self, seek that first.
Rule that as well as you may imagine,
own your self,
know thyself, samesym, seems right
to thine own self, be true
let it be, come and see, we did win the peace.
defining the undefined terms we use idly, like
quantum mechanics, observer authority
idea translation into words
left filled with the meaning held
when the heaviest thinkers in all time, used them. Right?
Many worlds or many mansions, which is more dificult to
comprehend?
-- I say light is its own medium, that's the message.
curvature into a klien bottle shaped bubble, limited
by words powered to convey
the idea of absoulute nothing, outer darkness-like state of neveverbeen,
beyond, this inner edge,
this boundary of words, beyond here,
non sense, not chaos, mere wordless ever yet possible
more, life,
and that, more abundant. If one can put it into words.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC