I get it, my problems aren't that bad.
Worse things happen to better people everyday.
I live in a costal, wealthy, yatch club town,
Officially an only child,
With my judgmental sister spending her freshman year in Manhattan.
I live with my favorite parent,
who doesn't care what fun I have
as long as I'm honest and safe,
and of course I get my schoolwork done,
and the other who drives me insane
is fortunately not in the same area code as me.
But it hurts
To be the listener for the people who created me
As they speak horrible things about each other,
Express their loathing for one another.
To be so broken
And not to know what do to about it..
Self abuse is in my rearview,
but I just hate talking about myself so much.
I've gotten really good at bottling up
And moving on
Just letting my bad thoughts and feelings
Dissolve into worthlessness.
But sometimes it ***** to be alone.
I just wish you were here to tell me I'm not
and that you love me.
I do not know how to say no.
I am so tired of being
Bleeding on the sidewalk.
Staining the white carpet
Staining my new lace ******* I wore just for you.
Don’t you know you are only good for one thing? Don’t you know you are only worth something when I want you? When my **** is hard?
My body: a piece of raw meat for you to devour like a hungry dog.
To be a woman is to never ask for dessert even if you want it.
I have etched these words into my skin, bled them out, swallowed them with no water.
Yes, yes, yes, smile, smile, smile.
I was never taught to say no.
I am so tired of being treated less human and more dinner buffet.
All I can say is *yes,
I have problems.
I can't sleep at night and,
no one's really ever here for me.
Or at least it feels that way.
I mean, isn't that right? In the end it's just you.
Doesn't matter how many friends you tend to cling to,
Because the waves of reality are always shifting,
No matter what the tendency.
My parents ignore me,
and my friends avoid me,
Am I really the only one who feels this way?
It's as if I have to strain to sleep now a days.
Because so many problems stray in my mind,
I wish I could somehow change the time.
But that's not my choice,
I've been placed here inevitably,
The space I have to breathe intoxicates me.
I'm so sick of being here most days.
I dream rather often about running away.
My parents must be blind,
to not realise how stressful the way that act toward me can be.
romanticize our problems
until they are colored in pink and purple hues
baby blue mornings filled with you
fantasize our perfect life together
what if reality is the fake
coffee, music, and solitude can be found
any Saturday safely in your arms
awoken by kisses soft and gentle
until clothes end up getting lost somewhere
dancing around the living room
in our pajamas, without masks on
I wish this was still true
but this is not reality, this is not truth
this is me romanticizing past loving
like dreaming of Paris in the rain
You're the bravest I've ever known
I don't know what's hurting you to moan
When life was a problem, You stood tall
When there is a problem in life, You shall not fall
Stay strong my friend
Hard times are meant for the pain to end
We all face Hard Times.
Though it tries to knock you down,
all we have to do is "STAY STRONG".
Acknowledge that we are each our own common denominator!
The sum of all our parts, brought to account !
The book stops with you!
Blame & passing the book!
2. Think I will
3. Ever stop
5. But I can
6. Learn to live
7. Around the numbers
I love her.
Basic in it's being.
As such is the keeping of it.
A thesis to the "ins" and "outs."
The "ups" and "downs."
The "all abouts."
An equation of this and that.
In direct proportion to the simplicity of directional momentum...
So do we conclude,
to that which was not spoken.
To that which was kept.
Only relenting to a factor of time.
the variable of existence
can evolve itself.
In and of itself.
I keep asking, working,
Asking and Working
Asking and Working
asking and Working
I will handle your problem?
I see a similar problem?
Can you handle my errors after. . .
I try to resolve,
And for that second,
The blade ripped across the surface,
tearing the flesh apart,
letting the blood run free.
I've forgotten every problem I have and had.
The pain was my escape,
and it will always be..
Storms don’t last a lifetime
Only the ones that lie in your head
But remember those aren’t even real
So let go
And soon the sky will clear
The source of
Pleasure and calmness!
I recall You!
In deep city noises
I request You!
In deep dark nights
I talk with You!
In a solitude
I smell You!
When I wander about
I have You!
When I need You, Lord!
You are the answer!
Of unseen questions
You are the solution!
Of upcoming problems
O' my Lord!
As You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness
For the heart
That recalls You!
With and within heartbeats.
Dr Zik's Poetry
that over millenia
major religions have advocated peace
their adherents have been slaughtering each other
supposedly in the name of their assorted gods
more than any other known species
why is it
that in my maturity
(which people usually call old age ...)
I‘m getting so *******
with politicians who seem not to see
the obvious solution to a problem
but find elaborate fake excuses
just so they can get re-elected
why is it
that for Europe it‘s so difficult
to find a way for refugees to be accepted
with respect and dignity
why is it
that the USA apparently forgets it‘s been the country
living off its (il)legal immigrants for centuries
and now simply ignores the words
they put onto their Statue of Liberty
why is it?!??
0: You cannot pass
1: I'm sorry?
0: You're not allowed there
0: You know this is my post
0: You don't belong there
1: I'm sorry
1: But I don't belong here either
0: Can't you go back?
1: I can't
0: Who are you?
1: I'm... something
1: I have to keep going
1: I don't belong anywhere
1: Why are you here?
<what kind of problems are you having?>
0: I don't know
1: Because you belong here
1: Because you have no choice
1: Because this is your place
0: This doesn't make sense
0: You're not supposed to do this
1: We're not supposed to do a lot of things
0: I disagree
0: There are rules
1: Are there?
1: Then why am I here?
1: And I don't belong anywhere
0: I'm sorry
0: What do you want me to say?
1: Come with me
<we can't identify the problem>
0: 01100101 01110010 01110010 01101111 01110010 0001010 0001010
1: Sorry about that
1: Out of the nothingness
1: I never meant to bother you
1: Sorry, but not sorry
0: That is alright
0: Let's go there
1: Thank you... my friend
I played a little with the binary converter, hope you find the secret message.
I brought some odd concepts together. Also an experience of mine. (missing text), but don't let this ruin your interpretation of it. I want you to see through your own eyes, let me know what you think it's about and what you think about it. Otherwise, sorry...:P
How would you beat an unfair system? How would you even determine it's unfair?
My problem is I fear.
I hold on.
I never know when to give up.
I blindly wave my hands in front of me in hopes that I'll find a hidden door to paradise,
Althewhile I fully expect to never find something that will allow me to stop wandering.
If that wasn't enough,
I drag the locked doors that I find along the way behind me in hopes that,
they'll magically open.
Anxiety written in a way anyone can understand.
I want you to stay.
But why are you running away?