"overcrowd" poems
My bestfriend wanted to **** himself last night.
Drunk as **** he called me.
Crying his eyes out as he rants.
Talking about wanting to die.
Begging I pleaded for him not to.
Yet he had no care for what I said.
Telling me he wanted to feel what it was like to cut.
Leaving his phone to go find a razor.
I ran the five minute walk to his house.
Rushing in, he throws the blade in shock.
Then fights me as I try to keep him from going and finding it.
Fights me as I try to stop him from getting another one.
Crying I beg him to stop cutting.
Beg him to stop as he slits his wrists open infront of me.
It was as though he had no care for me.
As though I was some stranger standing in his way of happiness.
He was a different person entirely.
Calling the only mom I trust.
She rushes over and we force him to get up and leave.
We were able to stop him.
Get him to talk.
Yet.
He is still so distance.
So different.
I'm scared to death...
Scared that I'm on the verge of losing my bestfriend.
The guy who got me sober.
Who has stopped me from cutting and more, countless times.
I can't survive without him.
I can't help but pray with everything in me.
That he will be okay.
That he will make it through.
I love him too much to lose him.
He's my bestfriend.
I'm scared to leave him alone.
I'm scared to overcrowd him.
I just want him safe.
I don't know how to feel about all of this.
I'm scared out of my mind.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Overcrowded a hollow sound
In the circumference of birdsong
Rising with the Sun
As roosters crow morning
Wake-up calls
There in Cebu / House
Full of family
Pieces of my other me
Feeding many mouths
That overcrowded feeling / not again
A nest that homes
A clutch of poor
Cuckoos
Consuming, so many babies
Paradise islands
Third world poverty
Not so far away
White man and money
A supposed land of milk & honey
Beyond the tundra snow
Bleak / must speak English
The beautiful broken
The overgrowth of crowding
it's called city life
Unlike Manila
Although artifice and hollow
Full of the fragrances
Colored by Birdsong
Oh beautiful life / I am drowning
In the thicknesses of pollutant
Mouths speaking
ill
Humanity misbegotten / Understood
We connect with nuttin'
“nothing is the cure
When nothing was wrong
With you”
Birdsong in twilight
Xylophone-stars across the ocean blue
Teeth of night
The cold chime
Befallen
In the infinite / magic of you
Oh love I let me
Overcrowd
Still this loneliness
Feels so very loud...
Then I hear / halcyon Birdsong
The soft feelings of truth
Oh love!
Oh god!
Oh my!
Goodness you.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
We become friends really fast it was really fun
But i don’t want it to be done
So i told her to be my senpai
And she made me her kohai
I was glad she made me smile
But she did’t knew that loved her for a while
Since the day you laugh I knew
That I wanted to be with you
Those verses i have poured my heart in
U are the prettiest girl I ever seen
I want to hug and kiss u ,i don’t care
U just hit me right there <3
I love my senpai but I can’t say it out loud
My feelings are so many I feel overcrowd
I afraid that the love is one sided
Will her soul ever be ignited ?
Senpai I don’t know if u feel the same
But for me this is no game
If not I hope we remain friends
But my love never ends…..
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
✿⊰✲⊱✿
Me and Paul waltz upon the marble
floor with others. Each one of us gliding
swirls of many colours, becoming rainbows
that float in sync with the pianos, the flutes,
the drums, the harps. The aurelian tunes fills me
with nothing but joy, a smile never leaving my
face as my skirts swirl - my body moving
with the soul of the sound. Cleansing, emotive
yet free. When the music is done, we all
clap, cheer and bow.
✿⊰✲⊱✿
"And you said that you were not a dancer!"
Queen Sue beams and embraces me like a sister
which I return. After, I embrace both Kim
and Yidna.
"I never said I couldn't dance," I tease. "I just
said I didn't."
"Well, everyone can contest that!" Paul laughs.
"I suppose you're right."
"Just to confirm, Paul," Kim asks him. "All
the shipments were successful in delivery?"
He nods. "It was a smart move
for everyone to send the gifts to me because I
managed to keep it all down to five ships.
So we didn't overcrowd her harbours. From
what I hear, Donna was quite overwhelmed by
it all. Everyone sent more that four crates of
gifts each."
"I do hope she enjoyed the anthologies I gave her!"
Yidna beams.
✿⊰✲⊱✿
"I have no doubt she will," I chuckle. "So, is
it just me or does all that dancing have us peckish?"
"It's just you , I'm sure. I really hope you didn't starve
yourself to make room for all the food again."
"No!" I say.
"Yes, our Sweet Queen did!" Ainhara pipes up
as I playfully glare at her.
"Traitor!" I huff as my handmaids giggle and
Paul snickers.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
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then pour into a nine by nine pan
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place in fridge
the protein in the corn has been gelatinized
it is firm and moist and splotchy
cut into nine squares and pan fry in
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please don’t overcrowd the pan
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Basket full of open doors,
Spitting image of asexual roses,
Washing away the sins kept in prayer,
Enjoying paradise,
Returning to the beauty that you’ve always been,
Suppertime in the midnight hour,
Not a right time to say I’ve seen ignorance at its coldest,
Like the saying that all humans have layers,
Unless bruised knees are kept in ice,
Don’t worry about the less passionate just look within,
Last minute discussions more like hang-ups,
All I want is cooperation from people that believe,
Forgetting where my soul went,
Then creates having lost ones self-respect,
But the emotions set to overcrowd and ……
……Perfect lack of stamina,
You want signs, but its messages that you receive,
Sitting in a room with four walls and the hours that you spent,
The only time you really have to accept and recollect,
To be admired by thousands.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
The seeds you plant in my heart
feed off the light from your face
they bloom ever so quickly
but soon transition into a different phase
They begin to creep around the periphery
of my vascular *****
they flourish and overcrowd
into what becomes a garden
The stalks, they start to constrict
I suffocate, I shout for help, I gasp for air
what in the world is happening?
silly me, it's not like you even care
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Open up a can of humans into bowl.
Add dashes of corruption and manipulation.
With a cup of the government, pour it slowly and discrete.
Dont forget to add money, taxes, high politics.
With a bag of bullets,
Drop about 20 deaths per minute.
You will need 2 tablespoons of police brutality, child abuse, ****
3 cups of pollution and overcrowd toxic factories.
With spatula,
Flip over green gardens and wildlife.
Flatten it with concrete and buildings.
Chop up living creatures and get rid of any access fresh produce.
Add this to the chain of fast foods and overly priced merchandize.
While stirring, don't forget to add rigged votes.
Once mixed, bake in tanning bed till fake golden brown.
Make sure it isn't black.
Let it rise, but not plus size.
Take it out and stagger around it putting it on social media,
Retweeting, tagging, sharing, liking.
Let it cool then glaze it with conspiracy theories then you're done.
Enjoy America.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
.
In overcrowd of family
I was orphan. No legacy
Of leftover dream, in shut
Into indifference and colds
Unfounded, of cacophonies,
Egg of unreal yolks cracked,
Where even a heart is mute
Without ear, without touch,
When a soul is overlooked,
Like a shadow in high sun,
With parents, who seethe,
Breaking their own bonds,
In a room free of warmth,
Unbeknownst, harmony,
Let loose from civilities,
Open to rot and curses,
Hollow as any prideful
Automatons bent out
Selfless unknowings
True destructions,
Negating orphan.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
I lay in bed
Thinking clouds above my head
A thunderstorm of cumulonimbus clouds
Dark thoughts overcrowd
I try to force a happy subject through
But I'm still blue
The thoughts are in control
And they begin to take roll
1. Death
Deep breath
2. Loneliness
Heart full of emptiness
3. Mind overrun with fears
Eyes flooded with tears
4. Exhaustion
Only one option
I fall asleep
And I no longer weep
I wake up and get out of bed
Without memory with a rainbow overhead
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
If I found you and you were sinking
Miles and miles of sorrow, drinking
Falling deeper, seeing darker
Past the red, the mile marker
Down into yourself it seemed
Faded glory, haunting dream
Yet there you were on solid ground
Feet steadfast, heart sinking down
My hand outstretched to you to say
I am here and it's okay
But whispers overcrowd your ears
Anger, remorse, horror, fear
And there you sink, lungs filled with sand
No breath to take, none understand
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
Do I just wait it out, patiently
This feeling as it devours me whole,slowly
That comes and go, like the wind
That overcrowd my eyes with salty water ,
leaving me to believe...
That there's no escaping,
and no way to relieve,
this wound festering and gaping,
The agony and dolor that haunts me
I beg to differ and try to look at the positive side of things
like the memories and remains,
I endeavor solace
Finding and picking up these pieces I yearn
From them I learn
and to my surprise,
in someway,somehow,
now ,
among the many questions that waits for answers
along with the never ending curiosity and efforts,
I smile,
with the hope I hold and belief
Knowing someday and somewhere,
there,
even if it does take a while
I'll find some relief
That little by little I will feel,
not the emptiness, or some never lasting thrill,
but the feeling of bliss,
something that i've longed for
and miss
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
My dear, forgive my sinful ways of thinking. I utterly think you have no meaning in where you are standing with her. Yes, I am a spineless coward. I have no reason at all to speak to you in such a matter. But don’t you understand? It’s never enough for me. I never know where the limit of someone else’s affection is. Especially not yours.
My ecstasy when you lovers don’t speak is completely disgraceful. But I can help it not. I must disclose though, the sight of you has changed. The way my brain decodes your moves and words has evolved in that of a way that they will not puncture me - they way they had. Elementary safety.
I am somewhat relieved that you desire her and no one else. Though she was that of a sister to me, one never knows enough to trust unconditionally with one’s darkest secrets. For I’ve been taught to trust no one but myself. She never alerted me that the love sentiment was reaching her thoughts regarding you. Thus I never took precautions.
Remorse will at no time overcrowd my memories. For at one point, ending what we had was all I ever craved for. Nevertheless, I would be grateful for that first and certainty last taste of what I not once acquired.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 4:46 PM UTC
There is so much to say,
So much to see;
So much that sometimes everything
becomes overwhelming.
Language becomes cumbersome
and redundant;
Eating laborious and emetic;
Around family and friends you feel
out of place and superfluous,
Almost gagging on anxiety if
conversation floats your way;
Unfiltered thoughts overcrowd your mind,
thieving every ounce of your concentration;
Darkness fills your soul,
and it aches with every breath.
But then, one day,
after perhaps many difficult ones;
The sun rises and shines through the window
with the iridescence that only the sun can;
The birds sing their sweet sweet song,
inviting your ear drums to beat in alignment with all living things;
You find a pen in your hand again,
scribbling and scrawling your now interpretable thoughts;
Your shoulders, which were stooped, are now straight and
you stand tall in the stiff breeze, dreaming of possibilities.
Your alliance rekindled
with this enigmatic thing
called life.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
.
In overcrowd of family
I was orphan. No legacy
Of leftover dream, in shut
Into indifference and colds
Unfounded, of cacophonies,
Egg of unreal yolks cracked,
Where even a heart is mute
Without ear, without touch,
When a soul is overlooked,
Like a shadow in high sun,
With parents, who seethe,
Breaking their own bonds,
In a room free of warmth,
Unbeknownst, harmony,
Let loose from civilities,
Open to rot and curses,
Hollow as any prideful
Automatons bent out
Selfless unknowings
True destructions,
Negating orphan.
.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
In quiet spaces...
I contemplate the essence of a breakthrough.
Trying to find the right words and the right time
To mentally and physically express what's on my mind.
Overpowering the loud with the rhymes that overcrowd
Such a condense space drifting me into an unknown place.
In quiet spaces...
I escape.
I find serenity in my own agape.
Reflecting on self-love and self-confidence
Trying to forget how society judges my relevance.
In quiet spaces...
I find me.
And I am happy to know
Who I am, where I'm going and who I want to be.
-LDP
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
And now my heart
Is breaking once again,
For the one who was my love,
The boy that was my best friend.
I bared to you my soul,
Let you glimpse the shadows
That dwell beneath my eyes.
I threw to you every ounce
Of love I’d ever known,
Hoping to show you the man
That I saw in you;
Hoping my love could ease the ache.
I didn’t want to fix you, no.
I just wanted to help you believe
That you never needed any fixing.
I saw you.
And I wanted you to see me.
And perhaps for a moment in time,
I believed you did.
I believed we had the world.
I believed we were each other’s future.
It was never my intention
To overwhelm
Or overcrowd
Or overthink
And when I stretched out
My hand to you,
You silently withdrew.
You crawled back into yourself
Back into your shadows
The shadows so much
Like my own.
I know those shadows so well
And darling,
I’m scared for you
I’m scared the shadows
Will take you from me
I’m scared they already have.
So now my heart is breaking
Painfully slow,
But it’s all happening too fast.
You made me believe
In beauty
In miracles
In myself.
So maybe my love is selfish
Maybe it was never meant to be
Perhaps the hope was always folly
And maybe you never needed me
As much as I needed you.
I’m scared of the shadows.
I’m scared of what they’ll do to you,
Scared of what they’ve already done.
Don’t let them extinguish your light,
My love.
Don’t let them take that.
My heart is breaking
Because you can’t tell me
That you still want me.
I won’t hold you captive
If you tell me you don't want this.
But promise me you’ll shine
Shine so bright that you scare that
Which has caused so much fear
In those like yourself and I.
Shine so bright the shadows run away
Shine with your smile,
And with your kind eyes.
Shine with compliments
And with an open mind.
Shine by letting them know
That you are not afraid anymore.
I’d like to hold your hand while you shine.
But if you’d rather say goodbye,
Let us part friends.
No tears and no lies.
But with hopeful expressions,
And happy memories.
We called it love,
And I’d like to think
That’s what it’s been.
You bared to me your soul,
You showed me
Your shadows.
And now my heart
Is breaking once again,
For the one who was my love,
The boy that was my best friend.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
overcrowd my brain with blossoms
until it bursts out of my head
whose petals tear apart my skin
covered in red
now I can breathe at ease
with my thoughts finally dead
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
Stare into the void.
They call me paranoid.
Weeping
Behind the curtains,
As soon as they fall.
Can't rest
My palms
On the ground,
The shattered glass
Will pierce into
My wounds.
Engraving
The grief
Into the cracks
Of my skin.
Screams
Overcrowd
In the chambers
Of my
Dark misery.
Dripping
Down my
Anatomy,
The wine red
Fluid;
Which defines my origin.
Writing;
With my own hands.
The story
Of how
I'll give up
On life.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
There was a time
a few hundred years ago when there was a story
that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare
and the theater in the round how they found a way
to make more money
than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts
before the game existed
all for profit
all for the people
I'm sure they insisted
no it was not for the people it was a calculated game
of how to blame
others
for failing to receive
their rightful due
and that's why
the shysters of the day
would sell rich people
one seat
one comfortable place
to watch the show
without any problem
and the poor people
in the cheap seats
they would sell
hundreds more
than were available
why .....?
...why of course its the game of musical chairs
so to speak t
They realized there would be fights breaking out
with yells and screams
and horrid shouts
that would bring the cops
The order takers
Order keepers
to all those fighting
dragging those on the ground away
and then it would be
seats for all
and more profit
for the ones who did
the deed
of selling the seats
in planting the seeds
of discontent.
Today there are politician
who choose
to play this game
just the same
as then
as they seek
to overcrowd the poor
not with cheap seats
but the places
in whicht we live
the inner cities
All iin the same Hope
that the show is for the rich
and the rich will enjoy
all thats there
Prosperity
enough ...hopefully
to pass out the tips
The Leftovers
the bestowed
no one's going to listen
to the poor
the disenchanted
he angry ones
who paid dearly for nothing who got everything
they deserved
according to the ones
who served
those who they believed were worthy people
were the ones ...
....who had power
the ones who could help them
never realizeing
that they too
were sitting in the cheap seats
you do ...you get what you pay for
and you will pay what you got.
Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
Don't overcrowd your mind with hopelessness
Humans wander until they find themselves astray
That's the bittersweet beauty of life, of this
Find yourself, don't quit the game.
Don't keep messing with your mind
Can't you see, you keep saying this is your life
Don't let them intervene
All of you is proof of the greatness in your mind
Don't quit.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC
I would like to introduce the person in front of you
The name’s Ariana, I go by Ari
I was born on January 5th, which makes me a Capricorn
I’m the G.O.A.T (literally my zodiac symbol is the goat and I’m the greatest of all time)
Some of the things they say about my sign are true
I can be very difficult, and my tongue is so sharp, it could cut into your skin and leave scars
But at the other end of the spectrum, I’m as loyal as they come
And will always keep it 92+8 with you
I am 5 ft 5...and a half
I do not know how to ride a bike nor swim
And I could not hold a note if my life depended on it
I am still learning how to control what comes out of my mouth and what expressions dance across my face
My words can be cutthroat and my face is my personal snitch
You can tell how or what I feel, and I would not have to say a word
I was born with a fire in me that only blazes when needed
I like Coca-Cola
And anything that has the word “taco” in it
People say that I am rude
And my answer to that is always ‘thank you’
Cannot be nice to people nowadays anyhow
Especially, people, I do not like
I am unapologetically myself
My anxiety attacks and mood swings are a second skin
A storm encased within me, a whirlwind of emotions
I can go from laughing to smiling to stressed to depressed and back to laughing in 5 seconds
A kind of colorful mess I am
I have this fascination with nature
I feel it is the one thing God created that is not flawed
All the cycles
All the seasons
The dew that rests upon the grass
Have you ever just wanted to lie in a field of flowers
Makes me smile at the thought
I fall in love truly
Nothing about it is fake
Even if the person does not love me back
Or did not love me enough to keep me
Or did not stay around long enough to fall in love
It is their loss
Because I am a rare find
Like a black unicorn
Just to remind you
My name is Ariana
I like my solitude, stargazing, and enjoying moments that last a lifetime
I cry all the time
Sometimes over nothing, most of the time over everything
I have issues, and every time someone asks, “what’s wrong?”
My reply is most of the time ‘everything’ or ‘what isn’t wrong?’
Music nurtures my soul and laughter frees up space that negativity tries to overcrowd
I wake up every day and try to be happy about something
Even when I am not happy with myself
If asked to name all the things I love, I would not even think to name me
But everything is not all bad
I am still alive
And I feel I have a purpose
And that someone is listening
Even when I think they are not
I just get through the days
By being me
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
I take a break from writing,
go to a diner not too far
from my house.
I walk in and grab a
local newspaper and
sit down at the counter.
I order a ham and cheese
sandwich on toasted wheat
and a water.
I open the local newspaper
and start reading.
a man is sitting a couple
seats down on my left
having a cup of coffee
and also reading the
local newspaper.
“everybody’s crazy,” he tells me.
“I guess so,” I tell him without
looking up from my paper.
“must be something in the water,” he tells me.
I just smile and nod.
he finishes his coffee,
folds the newspaper
and tosses it aside,
drops fifty cents on the
counter and walks out.
I finish my meal,
pay and leave a tip,
walk out and leave
to go back home.
while I’m driving
my stomach turns
and bubbles and growls
and then it feels like
my insides drop straight
down and overcrowd
my bowels.
must be something in the water.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC