Mindless, Never spineless, Total deafness and blindness, Leaving you timeless. Utterly out of control, Backwards into a pole, Tripping down a one way hole, Nat 1 role, Lost soul.
Tag: poet
Regret
Tension writhes beneath the skin. Sluggishly bubbling in pops and stops. Freezing your veins. Tendons snap taught, Binding your thoughts... Breathing in wet cement. Every movement is a stru-ggle; Traum-a-tiz-ing and par-a-Liz-ing. Until… You’re…. Fr-o-zen… S—-o-l-i—d.
Fated
Sliding upwards, Balanced slightly. Blinding light, Stagger nightly. Demonic fright, Unnerving screams. Shadowed by forever dreams. Unshakable pressure to preform Backed by an emotional storm. Empty feeling, The darkness appealing. Directionally challenged... Fate holds cards, it should not be dealing.
Lost Children
Metaphorical car crash. Like an AutoTuned bash. A ball for one tone death soul. Like a Shoe double patched over the same hole. Double back, and watch your step Alice. Don’t get left behind, chained down by malice. Like hatred taking the righteous out this story. All the innocence we leave stuck in Purgatory. Children … Continue reading Lost Children
Serendipity
Mindlessly wandering, Subconsciously pondering. A turn here and there, Fate moves through the air. Blind to the path, The science and math. Unbeknownst bliss, A life not to miss.
Just Breathe
The wind whispers through the trees. Sprite like branches, playful leaves. Magic fostered by the land, In every rock, twig and grain of sand. An abundance of energy, Hard to catch; slippery. A steep price, yet free. But when you’re ready to receive. Relax, and Just Breathe.
Free Form
Emotionally arrogant, All fucks are spent, Though there was none to be given. Life’s for the living, But I feel zombified. On the inside. Out here I have a wide stride. I paint my life as a collage, Snippets of self sabotage. No mistakes are made in vain, Failures just the downward train. But my … Continue reading Free Form
Trauma – A Haiku
Searching for answers. Can lead to countless questions. Best to let it go.
Break in the Storm
A single drop. A prism of reflection. Paints my very soul, On the fabric of life. The sky weeps for joy, Washing my pain away.
Emotions
So I’ve been having some really in-depth and intense conversations about emotions lately. I know a lot of the poetry I write is chock filled with what I call “emotional vomit”. I just have these emotions and instead of letting them pass I like to let them inspire me. Their not always positive emotions, some … Continue reading Emotions
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