Self-Trust Is All But a Dream
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Don’t be discouraged
Don’t be doubtful
Don’t be disheartened
Be happy, not mad
Be humble, not proud
Be quiet, not loud
Be merciful, not condemning
Be cheerful, not anxious
Be glad, not envious
Hello
Hello
I feel insecure
I see your halo
A cloud of a windy blow
I’m feeling brilliant
Can’t say I’m excellent
Perhaps, insignificant
I can’t even say a simple hello to my friends behind me
I’m just an outlandish, bittersweet introvert all over again
Spreading my mental wings of set-me-free
Be my grace…
Fading like your face…
Caught without a trace
Hello
How have you been?
I’ve seen the unseen
Oh wait…
I hesitate…
I can’t breathe…
I’m at ease…
My mind is a castle on a train
So high and so low…can’t refrain
From driving y’all insane…
All to numb the lucky pain
Inside me…
Inside you…
However, fear is far behind me
Hope and cheer is what I want and need
I need to nourish it like my itty-bitty seed
I feel like fainting a five hundred million miles from you
I feel like tainting your fingers with my blood of residue
I am a quiet cello in your sleep
I am that crippled fiend…A creep…
Only to find light on the other side of the sun…
I’m somewhat like an extrovert
Extending my mind’s flimsy, flowery frame
Pulling out envy's weed…what’s your name?
I hurt like an expert, wearing your blue shirt
Basically, my nightmare became a reality
Frankly, my eyes shower and my gaze is but a coward
Mind control got me in its web of lies…hardly…
Lately, my numb cranium is releasing dangerous defeat…I’m flying and soaring like a blue bird…
I’m an empty page…
Okay, I am enraged by being in this cage
Of my skin…of your distress…
Of your sin…you’re just trying to impress
Strangely, I feel old age creep on me –
Awkward
I can trust in my illuminating instincts
It’s misfortunate that I’m so nervous
I see wondrous winks and chinks
Extremely battered…
Nothing else matters…
Brain-scattered…
I hear silence and its purrs
Yeah, my bro…my wild bro
He is the only friend I’ll be hanging out with
For the rest of my life though
I always mix up reality and fantasy and myth
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2017
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