"reanalyze" poems
Analyze,
Reanalyze
don't stop.
Everything has changed
till you figure it out.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
The pain slowly rises up from the toenails of swollen feet, begging to thrive, to not be released... Pulling you in, like an over needy friend, drowning remorse sounds hollow and coarse.
A master of reality design, she finally began to analyze, who was this boy and what did he want, why was it him that got what he got?
An advocate for the weak, something only some can understand, she never had any idea that he was nothing like most men... He was purely a design, a fragment of her mind, a poorly put together story that rhymed, so alone is where she cries, trying again to analyze.
She finds a poem to recite
A voice if she might
Fight this new found stage fright
So many times, they stood at the end of the stage, silently filling her heart with rage.
She ran
She ran as far away from home as she could with that man,
With packs too heavy and without an open hand, together they ran.
Him from his choices, her from those voices
They kept screaming she would fail.
She wanted to run far enough away that by the time she was home they wouldn't know what to say.. But she came home and had to stay.
Reanalyze the pain.
See again what she had left in shame.
The pain.
Please God be with her, please help her pray, please come down to her, and take her pain away
He held her down and blindfolded her, whispered in her ear that she was flying, and then blew wind in her hair as she was crying, calling it Ocean Air. Salty.
How dare me.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
"You can't".
The two most hurtful words.
"You can't" are fear words.
They are used by people afraid that you can.
That you have the courage to do.
To be everything that they are not.
The problem arises when you believe in their ****
You fall into a self defeating trap.
You beat yourself up.
Constantly asking yourself "What if they are right?"
"What if I'm not good enough."
You analyze, reanalyze and anaylze again.
Thinking that you can change things that are out of your control.
The situations don't change.
To the people who say "You can't"
You can.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
The pain slowly rises up from the toenails of swollen feet, begging to thrive, to not be released... Pulling you in, like an over needy friend, drowning remorse sounds hollow and coarse.
A master of reality design, she finally began to analyze, who was this boy and what did he want, why was it him that got what he got?
An advocate for the weak, something only some can understand, she never had any idea that he was nothing like most men... He was purely a design, a fragment of her mind, a poorly put together story that rhymed, so alone is where she cries, trying again to analyze.
She finds a poem to recite
A voice if she might
Fight this new found stage fright
So many times, they stood at the end of the stage, silently filling her heart with rage.
She ran
She ran as far away from home as she could with that man,
With packs too heavy and without an open hand, together they ran.
Him from his choices, her from those voices
They kept screaming she would fail.
She wanted to run far enough away that by the time she was home they wouldn't know what to say.. But she came home and had to stay.
Reanalyze the pain.
See again what she had left in shame.
The pain.
Please God be with her, please help her pray, please come down to her, and take her pain away
He held her down and blindfolded her, whispered in her ear that she was flying, and then blew wind in her hair as she was crying, calling it Ocean Air. Salty.
How dare me.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
it's the fact everything
makes you nervous.
or upset
or scared
or a combination of many
it's the tightness
that builds in your chest
like a rope
constricting a knot in your chest
it's the endless overthinking
and constant second guessing
the late night
tossing in turning in bed
as you reanalyze over everything
it's the sound of your heartbeat
going faster and faster
until you think it's going to run through your chest
it's the fact
everything seems overwhelming and draining
after the attack
and it leaves you
feeling tired and restless and even hopeless
it's the long lasting fear
of messing something up
or damaging something/someone
close to you
no matter how little or big
and the worst part of it all ?
sometimes,
not only you never see it coming
but other people won't even notice it
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC