leave me to the lingering
leave you to the stringing me along
there goes my vacancy of interest,
i’m caving for you.
there goes my weightless breath
it’s collapsing my throat now
throughout my thoughts of you.
since you’ve taken leave
i’ve found it convenient to withdraw
from my tendencies to chase you,
so i’m holding back.
my fingers still symbolize yours when
my heat arises and when i get alone
because i can’t exist in darkness
without your face behind my eyes.
Dear Brother.
You used to be so alive- the ever-frantic butterfly.
Lightning-quick-witted, with a warm summer smile.
Always pulling little brother up from the pigsty.
Now you're hobbled by disease and age.
The expanse of your galaxy shrinking.
To the size of a porta potty and a word search page.
You've donated your trusty old car to charity.
How far can one travel with a turtle's cane?
Are you caving in on life or is life caving in on you?
The glitter of youth has taken on a much duller hue.
Fate has placed you into the black heart of a landslide.
I can do nothing but watch as you go over the side.
I don't have your strength to lift you up from this stye.
Dear brother, I fear that you've abandoned your mind.
How lucky am I to have everything i could want
How lucky am I that I have money to spare
How lucky am I that I dont have to go hungry
How lucky am I to have 2 married parents
How lucky am I to have a roof over my head
How unfortunate all I wanted was peace
How unfortunate money doesnt ease pain
How unfortunate I must go hungry to be pretty
How unfortunate my parents dont get along
How unfortunate the roof over my head is caving in
How fortunate that I can make peace with others
How fortunate I can give to those whose money cannot be spared
How fortunate am I to give food to the starved
How fortunate that I have witnessed strong love
How fortunate I am to share my roof with those who need it more
How lucky am I to be so unlucky
Wormholes.
Punching all the stars as if they-
Taste like dinner in heaven.
Shouldn’t be filled with zombies.
But they are on the loose.
Drastic.
Churning without sickness.
Just glass patterns all about.
Grasshoppers leap out of the way.
Wormholes begin again.
Connect like tornados.
Laugh like laughter with no mouth or eyes.
Cut up blades of grass.
Without me.
Trees caving in.
Shouldn’t be filled with zombies.
They actually aren’t.
Feed the wormholes like empty caskets.
Begging for the scraps.
Grasp less than a zombie hand with only a pinky finger left.
Empty caskets…
They are not.
You should always trust your gut.
Ignore advice that starts with, “But…”
And let that door swing slowly shut
That leads to other ways.
For if you heed a different voice
And give in to another choice,
Most likely you will not rejoice
Since caving rarely pays.
It’s true, your gut may steer your wrong
But when that inner pull is strong,
Where it may lead’s where you belong,
For instinct rarely strays.
My life is crumbling down
And my walls are caving in
Its been headed down hill
Since i began a life of sin
I could've been a lawful man
And found a respectable way
I should have fought harder
At keeping temptation away
Now all my wrong choices
Are showing their ugly face
I can't escape from them
They refuse to give me space
I feel as though I'm sinking
Being swallowed by quicksand
I'm reaching out while Praying
Someone will grab my hand
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.
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