Tag: poem

posession.

The butterflies in my stomach  Were asleep until I met you  You made my ‘inner-mosts’ run wild  Like a child after 3 ice lollies and a chocolate bar  You made my mind reach across its oceans and pull out the things I thought no one could ever understand  You rescued

anxiety. 

i don’t want to be right i just want to be honest lies keep evaporating my time this home left me homeless   And i tried hiding tried finding silence swam the breadth of my heart (shit.) i almost drowned in it   and all these faces they scare me

undone.

   You feel choked  You feel like your heart cannot fathom the thought of One More  Beat You feel your whole world spinning  Constellations falling out of the skies  Waters rising from their oceans, trees collapsing starved with famished roots  Chaos  Chaos  Disaster  You feel like there are a million

prisonbreak.

   I don’t mean to overwhelm you With all my I love you’s  It’s just  I guess  My body was holding all of them in  for so long. They were pilling up in my throat cramped and breathless  And when the first one escaped… well, it turned into a prison

find.

     In the array of people that flow in and out of your life,  Find and nurture the love that fills you, holds you and elevates you without making you forget who you are. Find a love that feeds, not devours. The difference could be deadly.

lonliness.

   There is a sort of freedom , a joyous childlike unbounded sense of life that comes from letting go of everything you thought you needed.  Being alone. Unsurrounded by props and spirits of people you thought you knew.  Just you. And your terrifying fears that no longer seem so

heart.

   My heart …it is strange There are times it is completely still  Silent and disinterested It almost feels untouchable as if it is not even a part of me  And then. Without warning. It opens, and overflows With all the things I was so certain I didn’t feel  And

ghosts. 

   There are many ghosts of people walking among us  Hollow Weightless and empty Too weak to strive for life … And too far gone to realize that the amount of things they can buy, doesn’t mean they are alive 

recall. 

  

Inconvenience.

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