Distress
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A friend I look up to when all is not well,
With open hands she welcomes me into her humble abode,
A poisoned food that tastes so good,
You may sound evil, but you my friend are a blessing.
my dear nurse! in this condition...
talking to you, cures my depression...
I'm in distress, my friends left me...
watching you, is the reason i'm happy...
O death! You the escape only,
In a world where I'm so down, disheartened and lonely.
In a place full of gross pals,
And when you're so messed up with the walls,
Full of stigma.
And you realize you are tied
Push me too far and I will tumble over the
edge
Make my heart stop and
I'll listen to what he says.
As much as I'd love to stay and chat
The more you pull me in, the next step I take
back.
To the one who doesn’t feel like their enough,
or worth it,
or accepted.
Not beautiful,
Or enough,
Or loved.
I have a secret to tell you.
It isn’t whispered but shouted.
Dear Betrayer,
Sometimes I sit around and think
About how everyone has a focus
One day I could just fly away
And my loved ones wouldn’t even notice
Or maybe they would start to see
Dear Doubters,
I want to start first by saying thank you.
Because of you, I was able to find myself.
I found the person I had been searching for. I found the fight. I found the will.
Dear Doubters,
I want to start first by saying thank you.
Because of you, I was able to find myself.
I found the person I had been searching for. I found the fight. I found the will.
The sad part is how easy it would be
to just give it all up.
To forget the work
to forget the dream
the sweat
the blood
the tears.
It is a matter of will they say
a perfect world
full of love
full of life
all above
there is no violence
there is no pain
it makes no sense
does it?
reverse
turn it upside down
that is how we live
Pull the rope from either end
Watch it fray
and snap
and destroy from within.
Then squeeze the ball at its very core
Till it’s a flat disk,
with a pop,
then a ball no more.
I hear my name, turn around.
Oh no, not he.
Which one?
The one who coos my name
with flashing emerald eyes
and curled tawny hair.
Nothing exceptional, nothing rare.
Never houseless but always homeless,
Music managed to provide a sanctuary
Even if it is temporary.
Always hungry but full off of food for thought, music was always nourishing.
Cheeks sallow,
belly hollow,
Caught in regrets
Pain, depressed
A Chaos, a mess
The sheer emptiness
The hurt and distress
It all makes the clicks
Enhance the sensation
Of deep nothingness
A glimpse of apathy,
Tiny bald head
smothered with faint peachy fuzz,
wrinkled clenched eyelids
hiding deep blue orbs,
unopened fists punch at the sky,
You call at me like destiny
And fly out of my grasp with the wind
You tempt me with your grandeur
Only to take it all away with your greed
You invite me in
10:56pm
Someone tell me why im having a mental breakdown.
its 10:56 and im numb.
not too long ago i got my phone taken away,
and just let me something about that.
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
Sometimes you get so caught up.
Spun so far around, that they're winding you up.
Coiling you into a speedball before they send you splitting the air,
Hitting the air before you're batted away.
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
Guns blaring and people dying, murders live in lives of luxury
Lairs and thieves boast about loot and adventures
They use their talents; increase their wealth as they trample over others.
No one can stop them for long.
My will is fleeting
My love is fleeting
My strength can only fill a bottle cap.
Pain is I
As I am death
No near death
In death.
I'm too young for this
Too old for this
Living and loving is
science's greatest reaction,
such a power is immense
and can bring each
human satisfaction,
no matter the means
or the creation of dreams
but the feeling is real,
I suddenly realized
(at five years old)
Death applies to me too
That children become grown-ups
who become grandmas
who were the ones who died
And I was a children.
Seems lost, doesn’t it?
The decisions that led to this moment,
Cost it its own government,
I still covet it, when its well it’s a wonderful thing,
Sometimes, even in hell, this joy it can bring,
On this night we survive
Just to wake up tomorrow
We have rules to which we abide
Yet it seems that they bring sorrow
We wake up lonely and cold
Then we venture out our door
We decide to be truly bold
My one on one time begins as soon as I pick up this pencilWriting to release these contemplationsThe lead takes me to a process of distillationAs I am being careful not to run out from this eraser
