People look for an answer that has been underneath our nose,
What does it mean to live? Why do we have to acknowledge him?
Why is it wrong to be an image of his light?
The one that can move the stars and mountains.
We live in a world of chaos and one the other side, peace.
Which side will you choose?
The one that created you or the one that will destroy you?
We don’t exist in this world for the satisfaction of man but to
Ignite our souls to others, God please let me be an instrument of thy peace.
I might not be perfect but who else do I turn to when I feel the chaos caving inside of me?
We exist because an entity wanted us to exist.
I saw you walk in with that grin you always wore.
with the hoody that you always gave me so I would be warm.
im cold now, freezing in the love that we always swore
breathless, tangled in what was from before
i feel the walls caving, what happened to the god above?
i feel my mind racing, gosh i feel stuck
they say addiction kills, am i finally dying
because when i look in the mirror, i see a girl lost from crying
you were my addiction, my weakest point
i thought losing you would completely break me
i guess i was right
lay me in the dirt, flowers over me
play something soft, something i used to sing.
because if addiction really kills, it'll happen to me
I have weird eyes.
Like wires that connect.
Blinking at the same time as being painful.
Eating too much.
With weird, starving eyes.
Eyelashes gripping.
Pupils which are tingling.
Eyes everywhere.
Just eyes and no body.
Just eyes.
Grappling eyes.
That's what mental illness is.
The eyes.
That’s what anxiety acts like.
Caving in, horrible, weird,
Eyes.
Joe lisa said, she wanted to forgive
and forget her pain.
I couldn't let her live,
she had to pay the price for trying.
She was living on the edge,
she never knew the floor was caving in.
You get what you give,
when every road is a past mistake.
They will never let you live,
when dying is all that they ever did.
Just spinning on the edge,
spinning on the edge of a life and death
But you learn to forgive,
when you're spinning on the edge of your life and death.
My parents didn’t teach me love—
I learned it from the silence.
My mother never asked
why my eyes were red.
She looked,
but never really saw.
My father only noticed me
when I made a mistake.
Love,
in our house,
was conditional.
Thin.
Breakable.
Absent.
So I taught myself
how to hug my own shoulders
when no one else reached out.
How to whisper "it's okay"
when the shouting outside
made the inside of me tremble.
I learned to wipe my own tears
before they stained the floor,
before someone saw
and called it weakness.
I held my own hand
when the weight of the world
pressed down like a roof caving in.
I taught myself how to survive—
how to exist
in a house that never
felt like home.
And I survived.
But at what cost?
she never knew love
served soft upon silver plates
so she learned to taste it
in sharp rusted fates
fingers traced promises
carved into skin
a hunger for warmth
in a world caving in
yet even the knives
could not sever her light
a sun breaking through
after years lost to night
she stitched up the wounds
with the threads of her will
spun gold from the pain
made the silence stand still
now love is no weapon
it hums
it remains
it softens the scars
pours like warm summer rains
I loved when I was so empty.
Every day felt like it was caving.
Lost in hope, only to be praying.
Strength was the pain of many wars.
Tears cried feeling drained.
Never kept hurting only picked up the pieces.
Still breathing while I'm slowly breaking.
Finding my way as I am questioning my existence.
Remaining humble due to being miserable.
I'll never be less then my worth.
Finding me I only found happiness.
Lost me never was me.
I am just another human trying to understand life's emotions.
Take life with caution it's a war that seems less an less forgotten.
I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."
He continued raving
On how I was misbehaving
Said my job was not worth saving
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea
I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
I’m stuck in a corner, feelin’ the walls close in,
Air’s getting thinner, can’t catch my breath again.
Every move feels like I’m breaking the frame,
Trapped in a moment I can’t seem to escape.
In this tight space, where the world’s caving in,
I’m searching for a way to just begin again.
The pressure’s on, but I won’t break,
I’ll find my way out of this tight space.
I’ll find my way, find my way, out of this tight space.
The silence is loud, it’s the only sound I hear,
A million thoughts racing, but I’m stuck in here.
The clock ticks slow, like it’s frozen in time,
But I’m still reaching, pushing through the climb.
I’m still holding on, still trying to breathe,
I know the way out’s somewhere inside of me.
Sometimes the walls we build can feel like chains,
But I’ll tear ‘em down, I’ll break through the pain.
I know it’s hard to see the light ahead,
But I won’t stop until I’m free again.
I’ll find my way, find my way...
Out of this tight space.
I’m lying here
In my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
Waiting (not patiently)
For my pregnant brain
To quiet down
Waiting for the
Swishing sound
Between my ears
To finally cease
Waiting for your light snoring
To begin, so that mine
Can take over
Waiting in my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
But I’m not alone
You are there
On your side
Of the caved in bed
A million miles away
With your head
Facing north
And mine
Facing south
Opposite of you
What dreams do you see
Are they of me
I envy your sleep
But also pity you
Because this nocturnal poem
Won’t write itself
And I realize something too
Run on sentences
Even at 2:09 a.m.
Still makes me furious
But I’m too lazy
To change it now
And there are those
Who wouldn’t notice anyway
Or even care
A weight of stress, anger and anxiety forms and I feel the world caving
I have people around me but no one is there for my saving
Yet just one person to talk to about all this is all that I’m craving
Crazy how much I keep looking for that person even though I know I have to keep waiting
(Please let me know what you think!)
as I stare into vast emptiness,
somehow, I feel complete.
I go to the forest, for rest.
the sun's rays peak through the leaves.
caving into myself,
the light intrudes my being.
within you’ll find, there is wealth
beyond what we’re perceiving.
gracious for nature’s transience.
stay and observe the stillness.
illuminating my presence,
through conscious awareness.
the river flow takes me along,
as I paint the night of daydreams.
Vivid hues empower muse to song.
blank canvas, I carve moonlit ravines.
written tempos inscribed in my skin.
etched into absence.
Unswayed heart beats not voided to worldly sin,
but bleeds of passion.
Dear reflection,
As you are still, you seem so far away,
hollowed eyes with an abundance of nothingness to say,
Yet power lifting as if you are sun-flooded with strength,
The voices you held a tight chain on, have begun to cave in,
shriveled up in your silence, dried up patience,
wearing a trail of salt behind the face of war,
like the night with a sky full of clouds yet emptiness,
It’s as if you’ve drowned in the efforts of convincing,
and caving in has been a toxic pain to live in,
to be the piece of object that brings stability underneath the legs of a table,
Forget what you dream for, do what you’re made for,
solutions appear much clearer challenging the edges of a blade,
You have slept with spine baring strains while it was not meant for,
forged shapes of hope without the canvas to paint on,
Seasoned soul in a violent form, like the chaos in my heart ,
I hope one day all your labor outlay the love you’ve shown.
Everything's caving
life's downward spiral occurs
life's unplanned events
Ten adventurers went caving in Yorkshire Dales, England in 1967.
It was a gorgeous June day, so they were in terrific spirits.
Four of them decided not to continue a few hours later, unsure why.
The remaining six were all young healthy men.
Morag Forbes, who had discontinued the adventure, returned to the site.
Mossdale Caverns was underwater so she knew the six were in trouble.
Shocked for her friends, she ran to get help.
Many volunteers began digging a ditch, to circumvent water.
The six inside had been climbing and crawling through the cavern,
When a rush of water came in through all directions due to flooding.
They were caught by surprise in the labyrinth.
Sadly, they were buried inside the cave.
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