Isolated
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I am lost
Out in the unknown
Poeople all around me
Yet inside I feel alone
Thoughts and emotions
Too hard to express
They threaten to engulf me
They always told me
"You write too much"
So, I stopped.
At the dinner table,
They'd silence me
With their glaring eyes.
And all I could do was painfully smile
Searching is the game,
And without guidance we play.
We take the deep plundge,
but alone are we.
Cold darkness envelops us,
But as we search deeper,
What are we searching for?
Hello.
Are you there?
I can't tell. I am speaking
Into the emptiness of space, hoping
There is someone there
On the other side
To listen.
My body is a cage.
Its walls made of flesh and tissue
As long as I am trapped in this body
I will never be free.
My lips are sealed together
You are blind.
Do you realize our shape?
You are misfitted, who are you, one of a kind?
No, I think not.
You do not come together.
Instead, we're all the same but yet we are separated;
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins.
The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders.
My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
A year in the life of Sarah Smith
Sometimes I felt like a myth
Had a rough time starting out
Hitting the floor and blacking out
Living in a room of isolation
Contemplating my creation
From here I see a world,
A place I can touch and feel,
But at times I'm uncertain if it's real.
Apart from the people,
Puppets with thoughts and dreams,
I wonder if it's all that it seems.
Staring at this screen,
Cracked. Broken. Barely working.
This is love.
This feeling of emptiness,
my finger, a heavy brick on one word: send,
this is love.
This vacant lot of self-respect,
I cant even focus all i hear is people talk locust.They think i´m mean, but they don't know a thing that i mean.So let me laze you up, while you talking bout blazing up.
I...
developed into a wolf
of smart solitude
I...
lurked in the background
not seen nor heard
I...
Abandoned.
Left alone to deal with the unkown.
My fears tango with my tears.
I'm not okay.
I have no hope today.
Neglect–ed
Ringed out with blood and stretch marks.
Wrinkles written in between the crevices of my eyes.
They sting and burn. Fighting, fighting, and falling.
I kept falling. I failed.
To be a thing of staggering perfection,
Unlost in a crowd of typography,
But not to the masses of passerby,
Rather to one specific soul
Who sees a light in dim, dust rooms
I thought he was intangible
He's fragile
He is frozen in time
He's scared
He is now going slow motion in reverse
His words are misguided
They tear everything apart
He battles his secrets
Today I don’t exist.
I’ll be the sound of the falling tree that no one hears
I’ll be alone all day and won’t take a thing away from the world
Because today I don’t exist.
You have a castle for a mind and those flags
They don't bear enough welcome
Put your drawbridge down
We won't all hurt you how some have
Call off the guards and stone walls
I padlocked the miles so distance could be kept
In a vault where nothing of value could be dreamt
Can you slam my fingers in a metal door
Till they crunch and I can't touch
No not anymore
Sing me into the Sunlight,
Take me away from the dark.
Take my hand, and lead me away from this place.
It’s my own fault I’m here, anyway…
(poems go here) I am an individual.
A rolley polley like, nervous creature
but an individual none the less.
And though I may sing and speak in a whisper tone,
my insides are crawling with life.
As I sit here on my own
On my self-confined throne
Watching the world pass me by
Here I sit as time flies
