"thrugh" poems
Somedays I wake up,
and I pray to whatever is above me,
whether it be God or something else beyond my comprenesion,
isn't there to wake me up.
Somedays, I lay there,
In my bed,
surrounded by the warm layers of fabric that seem to hold me together,
and wish that they would just curl tighter around me,
and constrict me closer into myself,
and pray that they can gently convince my lungs to stop working,
so I can just not wake up.
Somedays, I wonder,
Just gazing around me,
If i can just stop the clock, and stay right where I am,
safe and sound comfortable in myself,
away from all of the anxiety I feel as it would
rise and fall in my chest and bury itself with the confides of my stomache,
and all the other nitches that it can find,
and I dream of not waking up
Somedays, I win.
Somedays, I lose.
I usually lose.
And I find myself uncurling from my happy prison of warmth,
and I feel my feet on the cold hardwood floors,
sighing as I run my finger thrugh my ***** hair,
wondering, not praying
how I ever was able to wake up.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
I saw what's a writtters block
words accummulated
on a bubble
in complete disorder
big smalll and all kindsofonts
like a back pain
or a sore tooothh
trying to go thrugh a funnell
with no musik to push them through
there are no imaginary worlds
it is all real
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Reaching out in darkness
Only to find I'm grasping air
You're not there anymore
To comfort me as I awake
From the nightmares that
Make my skin crawl with
Thousands of fire ants
You're no longer there to
Hold my hand as I walk
Thrugh the fire in my mind
I can't quite reach you anymore
You've ventured just past my
Cold, shaking fingertips
I'm hopelessly in love
But I threw it away for
Something that was a waste
I'd give anything at all
To have you back in my life
And call you mine
For as long as you'll have me
To love you like I should have before
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
You where the varry essence of me
when I knew myself
not the bleach blond waxed painted
shadow of the preson I was
But the deep, dark, hungry, youth
full of expression art & tears
But you went away taken me with you
leaving me shallow with nothing to feel
nothing but make believe, unlike you
you are truth, beautie, soulful passion
That is you
PASSION
that ran thrugh my vains
peniteeding me with realizem
feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling,feeling......
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 1:48 PM UTC
You where the varry essence of me
when I knew myself
not the bleach blond waxed painted
shadow of the preson I was
But the deep, dark, hungry, youth
full of expression art & tears
But you went away taken me with you
leaving me shallow with nothing to feel
nothing but make believe, unlike you
you are truth, beautie, soulful passion
That is you
PASSION
that ran thrugh my vains
peniteeding me with realizem
feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling,feeling......
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC