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Yolonda Dahl Mar 2018
Losing myself by the day, by the night as it comes.
Sinking and being ****** further in.
And I know I shouldn't care so much
Because it's all just trivial in the end.
But these conflicting feelings repel like magnets.
My loss of patience is tragic.
These burdens eat at my heart and challenge my soul.
As I try to be a rock and not to roll..
Transparency is me
But only for the ones that see.
If your pride separates us,
I build my wall for you and walk away.
For a connection without trust
Cannot be genuine in any way.
Mistake my silence for agreeance
Because I won't be bothered with your ignorance.
But I choose to turn from childishness
And step into consciousness.
Forgive me for not giving into the game the ego plays.
For my higher self wants to stray
From the path of insecurity and hurt
And social normalities.
And I say **** it to your fake formalities.
Being pulled by the current of the world and torn to shreds
By the animals that walk it,
My body and mind have grown weary.
As I realize eminent outcomes so dreary..
But of all the unfortunate ends,
Would be my unfolding social suicide.
Swayed and influenced into reaction
Rather than reflection,
I become part of the disease, the infection.
Following the useless herd with no sense of direction.
As I try to return to myself once again,
I know within, its all meaningless and I should only love.
But my mortal feelings challenge me.
I attempt to ascend and look to stars above.
All this emotion and wisdom I have, balancing.
Not sure if my silence is growth or indifference, or maybe just pain.
But my reactions, whether how I feel or not, are hard to cover and feign.
So this is what it means to be human.
Yolonda Dahl Aug 2017
Caving from within, I'm fighting
Pins an needles hard to breathe
Through heartache; pains me
As I suffer tirelessly, in silence
And hide the fatigue of my mind
Caught in landslides choking
On conscience, consciousness
daunts me,
Toying with emotions
Brainwaves sending false readings
With absolute disconnect
Error. Error. Error
Of thought and self-control
I dismiss rationality to welcome insanity
Briefly I receive a message caught
From the stars only
To tell me not to feel scarred
Our lives are temporary in the present
With much difficulty finding meaning in all this
I ask to the one,
Thee only truest of a presence
For an answer or some guidance
Or some notion,
at least a good semblance of
One comforting piece of news or advice
Would suffice
To the reckless being I embody
In this shell, this core, this hollow case
Trapping me, ensnaring me. I am
A victim to this forsaken life of greed
And ruin along the many empty
Beings not reaching their potential
That they might
see a sight in themselves to feel
A fright and be obliged
To set things right.
I am pained in a world of hurt and hurting
And loss and confusion and parting those
Familiar ways of setting hearts a blaze today
We stray from common knowledge of love to understand the other, to rise above
Hate and hatred and wicked ways
To free of the old clay, and mold ourselves I pray
That we are of like-mind in this day and age
To forfeit the sentiment of seperation.
Our kindness heals hearts, understanding erases hurt, love unites, respect connects.
Dig there in the depth
of lost ruins and emerge to seek
a soul of purity and intellect
to give to one another as you
so desperately crave to receive.
Open hearts and open minds
yield possibilities for us
to be intertwined.
Casting shadows produces a cold
Bitter yard for your neighbor to dwell
Evoking and emitting a smile from within can be akin
To a warmth and envelop
those near in a blanket of sunshine as well.
"Oh but Why?" you ask.
Because my friend, a friend
Is a friend. Be them strange or familiar,
And wouldn't you want the same? Oh,
But. Wouldn't. you. want. the same?
I say
to you and unto you
Hear me now as I beg
Love with the same love you deserve and realize it's always deserved.
So give it, but mostly
receive it from thy self and know
You. Are most certainly of worth.
As are we all, my dear dears and dearests.
Yolonda Dahl Oct 2015
I write poetry to pass the time,
Seeking solace in a silly rhyme.
Reminds me how alone I am,
And how no one really gives a ****.

Looking for therapy,
I find an ease momentarily.
Hoping for peace to put things on paper instead,
Except I realize they're still in my head.

Nagging and gnawing, the words won't retreat.
My thoughts are a burden,
Slowly killing me.
Yolonda Dahl Oct 2015
To feel, to feel
Some semblance of happiness
Is all we're ever after.

Can't feel, Can't feel.
How did it come to this?
Always missing is the laughter.

Trying to stay buoyant,
But the world has become madness.
Could it get any sadder?

Wants to renounce an ache felt deep inside;
This torturous wound that won't subside.
Scarring my soul, can't seem to let go.
I yearn for a life I may never know.

Catastrophic, catatonic.
Plagued by sense of worthlessness.
Buttoned up, and feeling numb.
I want to know what perfect is.

A house of cards doesn't worry
About the breeze that might knock it over;
As people don't know
Of the tragedies that drove her.

A girl deemed crazy;
Guilty until proven innocent.
They don't know the demons she faced,
And that the torment was vicious.
Or that she made choices out of hurt.
Only that her intentions were malicious.

And as it gets harder to hold onto hope,
Because every shred of dignity is stolen away,
You keep the mask on, and stay
In the prison you know.
Or be the person you're meant to be,
Flushing the past down the drain.

Emptiness is paralyzing.
Can't help myself from realizing
That with all my efforts to abide,
My sense of joy has up and died.

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