Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
xjf Feb 2021
I broke myself today
When I realized
I would never get anything done
The battle between stimulus
and systems
was already won

I am a slave to the new
and chained to "To-Do"
Most days I feel as if I'm working against myself, and there's very little trust between me and me
xjf Feb 2021
Enemy
within
Empathy
sparked
Compromise
is killing me
Slowly in the dark
Some old thoughts on whether or not the current relationship was worth it.
P. S. it was.
xjf Feb 2021
Some days
It's hard throwing away
All the things I want to say

Other days
It's super ******* easy
xjf Feb 2021
The world continues to move
even when you are at rest
Passing us by while we are sleeping

The world continues to hurl on
not caring that you are gone
A hallow feeling keeps creeping  

The birds continue to fly by
semis continue to race the red light
Even when that’s the reason why
you're looking dead in the eyes
xjf Feb 2021
I would just like to say
I don't know what to say
I know
It's so boring
But it's nice
Now that we're on the same page
The best way to around writers block, is through it.
xjf Feb 2021
Sitting here
in my cardboard abode
I found it to be laborious
and a hassle
to find my joys hidden
in forbidden code

I've made my peace
with being this castles rascal

------------------------------------------------------------

T­he bile tongued prince
sat upon his minced words
trying to dismiss the news
that he had heard
But the taunting is ever present
To think that all this haunting
was brought on by the peasants

The advisor was all the wiser
for remaining silent
He'd learned his words
are sometimes better unspent
Letting youth flap carelessly
like the sigil above the hall
With a clap and a tap
the prince barks to answer the call

He seemed hesitant
as any should be in this time
He bluffed confidence
as he declared the act a crime  

So pick up arms
This burden befalls on all
who can woo
No telling by the yelling
on how many sons
mothers went through
Red and black
a snake like tide
walked and waved
as it passed through the gate
A shimmering glide
the baking sun glinted
off every single armor plate
Acting accountant
for how many would be lost
The sun an abacus
showing what it would cost    

To war
xjf Feb 2021
Call it cringe
call it bad
call it great
or whatever you want
Hell, rip pages out
and make your notes
mail me my own poems
back with critiques for all I care
Just know that I don't care; about subject
punctuation
spelling or any of it
Because I swear
on all that I hold dear
if I have to hear
"that's not a real word"
one more ******* time
I'll lose my ******* mind
Next page