Work Harder: A Collection of Today’s New Stories
1.)
Gutter bed for a hope held ransom,
Three bottles opened,
Drunk reflections of my mirror got me feeling handsome.
Can’t go a day.
I can’t go a day without a glass handful of rum.
Funny how these bottles got me feeling hopeless,
Random thought but my problems are the only ways I know to start feeling something.
I’m the biggest critic of others,
But I still live this shudder life I lead.
A lovers arcana fate predicted,
Under my breath I dare to utter a laugh before I leave.
Could’ve solved a hundred issues by yesterday,
Instead I jeopardised it.
Fumbled through a thousand tissues,
Spent my life,
Should’ve prized it.
2.)
I wish I didn’t have to cut you off,
I wanted to believe in you,
Relationships are a rocky road,
The ocean’s chopping rough enough.
The vessel swishes side to side,
To hold my ground is getting tough.
I wanna look you in my Father eye,
But I just can’t bring myself to act dutch enough.
I’m not in touch with anyone,
I lost one half of my family because one relationship had gone through too much.
I’m tired,
Eight hours of sleep.
My therapist said that’s at least required for me.
Straight fated to die before twenty three,
That’s by choice,
I couldn’t see myself dying without the thought not sweating me.
This felt better as a dream,
Interactions I dreamt about.
People hate seeing my teeth gleam,
Call me weird,
Couldn’t care less about how I felt now.
Spent the better hours asleep,
Slept through the planning of the better route.
3.)
Goodbye” is a lot to swallow,
Especially when I want you to know,
Especially when I want you,
You know.
I want to follow my heart but I’ve got to let go,
It’s hard not to wallow at the bottom,
And I wouldn’t want you to sink in the shallows,
So go.
It hurts when I’ve got to call you “bro”,
My eyes start to burn,
My brow starts to furrow.
Love is just this feeling I can’t describe,
I don’t know,
I don’t know how to feel about you,
So I’m just gonna keep you as “bro”.
Just gonna keep the rhymes simple,
I hope I can read this back and get to know,
Why it is my self esteem hangs so low.
Copyright © R.P. Grcic | Year Posted 2025
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