It is time.
I’ve had enough.
I see it, I feel it,
I recognize.
Risk versus benefit —
and I know the answer.
I have plenty of work to do here
A yearning for my Summer love, a heart's deep cry
As leaves fall like yesterday's promise Autumn finds an anxious sigh
Remembering Summer dawn of youthful intrigue
A windy breath bleeds pastel orange to nourish a lonely seed
Sneaking in to paint the leaves with colors bright
Leaves fall to the floor, a silent, wistful sight
The water of life pours a wandering stream
To find the lost key, a heart's eternal dream
In daring attempts to ride like the wind
Searching through love's shattered doors
A petals of promise lies on the floor
Soul is weary
Heavy heart's dreary
Breastbone crushing resuscitation
Pressing rhythms flatline
A moldering past
Alas—a day to die for
I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.
I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.
I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits in every place.
But something’s slipping out of reach
a peace I barely got to keep.
And when people ask, I still pretend.
They love the strength, not how I bend.
But God, I wish someone could see
I’m not okay. I’m barely me.
Wondering why Eternal God wants me to know poetry
Poetry is easy yet seriously difficult
Want it easily to be understood by all
Not all people knows Poetry
It is difficult to understand
Some people think that poetry is Rhyming
Some people think that poetry is complicated
Yet difficult to understand
Poetry is therapeutic
Makes us release our emotions
Sad
Wanting to teach poetry
Don’t know how to start
Wanting to impart some knowledge of poetry
Yet it’s a lot to learn
Sorry truth be told but some people are lazy
Lazy to figure out how to do it
Lazy to look on the dictionary
Laziness is a sin called Sloth
You are not lazy
Strive to learn poetry
Poetry is fun
Not very many people knows poetry
A day will come & teach poetry
We all have the power to be poets
You must want it to get it
We must strive hard to get it
We all have power to be poets
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 26
Time Written:8:14pm
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I give thanks to the Lord,
Because he cares for me.
His love, I can never ever deny,
Through His Son Jesus,
I have been set free.
That day on the cross he died.
Problems will come,
But I will not fear,
Because I know just where to turn.
I wanted to tell it to you my kids.
Of one event in my life
So that each of you may learn.
I was up one night,
Having lost lots of sleep,
I was broke and it was no joke.
Several cars indicator,
Were flashing their warnings,
Saying that something inside was broke.
Missed a bill payment,
My water was turned off,
I thought, "I need peace and now!"
All these things hit at one time,
It was stressing my mind
The answers, only God knew now.
Don’t know what I would have done
To have a God, that didn’t care.
But trust me we have One that does!
Right when I began to despair
Some unexpected money came from nowhere!
It was just enough for everything I needed to pay.
We can trust Him to be there.
During times of despair,
God took care of me once again on that day!
It fills my head,
wherever I go.
It consumes my mind,
and my thoughts get blurry.
The voices start,
they can’t stop.
I start to overthink,
I can’t focus on anything else.
I force a laugh,
but inside I’m screaming.
I can’t live with this.
I want it to stop.
“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?”
Someone like her.
Someone who doesn’t stand out
Not with looks
Not with personality
Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys
She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes
She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry
If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees
At least, they don’t see past her flaws
the way she collapses into herself while in public,
Crossing her arms and hunching her shoulders to be as invisible as possible
They won’t look past the anxiety that extinguishes any confidence
Because plain girl isn’t worth the effort
She’s just there.
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i pluck the bud
i latch to it
it's tight
and carry it (with utmost)
into mine
think's loft
resting it front mine
vision
tip'n mine tea
past
mine mawz
it's slide down
mine
gullet
whilst mine frenetic
digits
spill
mine find
You don’t want me.
I’m broken and bruised
I’m a web of ugly scars from my healing
I’m a fraud
I’m a jittery, anxious idiot who can’t stop thinking
I’m the friend that always dampens the mood
I’m a product of my racing heart and mind colliding
I’m someone who feels such heaviness but can’t cry
I spend every second trying to please others
I put on a show with a smile
Then give up and run away
I collapse at any small problem
My heart sinks if my mother can’t find her wallet
I lose my breath when the recycling won’t fit in the can
I’m so Obsessive that it’s impossible to hide it
So I shrug it off
Make it something else
Try to become the person others need
The good friend.
I give everything just to be chosen.
And I try desperately to hide most of myself
Because if you really saw me,
You wouldn’t want me.
I'm afraid of the dark
The cold blackness
Restrains me in it's grip
As shadows play with my mind.
I can't breathe
But it's my breathing
That breaks the silence
Echoing in my ears.
I can't move
Fear has me frozen
My legs shaking
My heart pounding.
I'm sweating
It drips down my back
My eyes searching
Straining to see.
I'm all alone
I can't run
I can't scream
I can't cry.
My throat is so dry
I can't swallow
The air is thick
Like a dense fog.
I see a bright light
So I run to it
But it's only my window
Shinning with the morning sun.
It fills my head,
wherever I go.
It consumes my mind,
and my thoughts get blurry.
The voices start,
they can’t stop.
I start to overthink,
I can’t focus on anything else.
I force a laugh,
but inside I’m screaming.
I can’t live with this.
I want it to stop.
What is love? A feeling? An emotion? An act of? A word?
It was always something that I've heard
But the more I hear it, it sounds absurd
Living in a world of inhumane
Sometimes I think that I'm insane
Nobody wants to take accountability nor the blame
But constantly out looking for fame
And for what, to show the world of what you lack
Insecure, inconsiderate, insensitive, anymore "in-"s you'll be out of whack
But what is love? Something that we all are trying to search for, but what people fail to realize, love is within
Not with-out which will leave you without in the end
Why is nothing permanent?
The friendships i’ve lost and the self respect that's slowly diminishing into dust
Tiny, miniscule dust
It fades away after a day or two
I act like i’ve moved on but no one has seen
They haven’t seen the true me and I plan to keep it that way.
The true me doesn’t contradict
The true me doesn’t stay inside the lines
The true me doesn’t overthink
The true me should forget and move on,
Be the little ray of sunshine that everyone expects
The true me would meet society’s expectations
But as I’m writing this I realize that the “true” me doesn’t really exist.
It’s what society expects out of me.
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