Burnout Poems - Poems about Burnout

I cannot write what I do not feel. I cannot feel what I do not know. To write without passion is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep, to mourn the soil and not the dead, to beg meaning from dust and call it poetry. I lie on the floor of my bathroom just to feel the weight of my bones. Cool tile...

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This is supposed to be my outlet. Emotions I claim are tainted pour out of me, And I call it art. This is what recovering looks like. Pages upon pages of words I’ve kept hidden from the world— This is what healing looks like. Feeling more and more, Just so the inspiration continues, Because, Creating feels better than existing ever did. So why is it, That...

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It's all in your head. It's all in your mind. One day, you'll be dead. One day, you'll be hard to find. We say, "we wish we could fly." We say, "Give us some time." They'll work you till you die, They'll work you till you commit a crime. Freedom is only in your head. Freedom is only in your mind...

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i am a house with the doors left open for too long. too many footsteps have walked in dragging their storms with them. i do not know how to tell them i have no space left to shelter their rain. i try to listen, to nod, to stay— but the ceiling is cracking. i can’t hold up another storm. so maybe this time, i will lock...

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Sparks dwindled too soon, Leaving behind dark ashes, And silence that burns....

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Efficiency, anxiety Result, vanity Success, burnout Alienation, disguise Unconscious, relapse Control, coact Apologist: own merit! Arbitrary, reclusive Circus, bread Conscious, blurred Acceptance. Commotion, trivialization Affection, weakness Love, liquid Affliction, medication People can no longer Human beings. - Bruna Beatrice....

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Upon a late spring day as sunny as June more flowers had come to grow in the dune. The flowers were pretty one of a kind ; you might even compare them to mine. The flowers were bright pink just as mine were and even had a pleasant smell to endear. The flowers...

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Burnout Drained Energy Dark insomnia nights Lonely longing for Catharsis Timeout...

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Tests and tests where do I start? trying my hardest to be the best Staying up, crying late well my mamma said "that's life it's tough" Behind this pretty smile lay a depression that goes on for miles Trying my hardest to keep my energy drink at my side the only thing keeping me from being just another teenage suicide I...

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you planned your race to run at pace and win at any cost but ran too fast and finished last so the prize you sought was lost had you taken time to the finish line you might still have your health and realize life's greatest prize is the prize of life itself....

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Home sweet home on Christmas day. Children and grandchildren come, but not to stay Home smells of pumpkin spice, gingerbread cookies, ham and turkey in the oven Yeast rolls rising, flickering cinnamon candles, oakwood burning in the fireplace The taste of eggnog and wine, all that brings Christmas and everything nice Piles of gifts under the fir tree The grandchildren on their knees Poor babies, hate they have to...

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My brow sweaty, my voice a whisper, tossing and turning like pages of a book. My mind fleeting, thoughts racing, not listening to my overwhelming plea - 'To sleep, let me sleep.' I can now see daylight brewing, darkness withdrawing, the freshened colours of dawn. And yet my plea is still the same - 'To sleep, let me sleep.' Labour hard, rolls soon the...

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Where were you when time stood still? When the world was no longer there? Nothing was left, only ill will. Little left to matter, no one to care. Is this where it will come to an end? If we have reached the point of no return. People are only enemies, no concept of friend. We have caused humanity to crash and burn. When...

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Drippy by samnesia.com “He’s kept himself together” “That boy’s kept himself in line”, they said. But I can’t keep hurting myself and say that I am happy. There’s a leakage in here, somewhere The echoes are too loud and they make me...

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Burnout is what can come of inspiration, if you're not careful. Gish Jen Degeneration is what can follow manic fast-growth regeneration, if you're not well-seasoned. War and terror can come from tribal competitions, peace and freedom fighting and squabbling for healthy food and water and fuel, if you're not co-empathic enough, double-bound Win-Win equivalently bilateral secure, conservational, restorative co-messiahs, bodhisattvas, eco-yogis noticing and stretching designing and cooperatively...

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