Go down, just to come back up
Feel the pain, but don’t become it. Hurt and let it hurt. Endure because you must. Heal. And let their be a new sunrise. The sunrise in you.
Tag: #poetry
The hanging
I’m not sorry and I don’t need your pity. Save it for the next, hangman committee. My hands are tied with barbwire. I think they heard that armor is my chosen attire. This may be the last you see of me. But deep in your minds and souls, lies my legacy. A fear that you… Continue reading The hanging
The Party’s Over (Part 2)
Outside, the sun peeks over the horizon. Everyone is already gone and you’re all alone. You’ll find that it’s much colder when you’re by yourself. You put on a coat to stop the chill. You cover your heart to heal. Sunrises don’t look the same anymore without her. You wear shades to block the rays.… Continue reading The Party’s Over (Part 2)
The Party’s Over (Part 1)
Lights turn on as the room starts to empty. Last call, an hour ago. Don’t have to go home, but well..you know the rest.And as the venue clears, I can see the mess they left behind. The floors, covered in distrust and self pity. The main bar is coated in droplets of spilled regret. Some… Continue reading The Party’s Over (Part 1)
Hearts
Love is unfair. Love is careless. Love is soft. Love is vicious. It closes it’s eyes and points. It keeps you lost in your emotions endlessly. It locks you down in your own dungeon. It gives you butterflies while you soar.
Season #136
Temperature changes just as people do. Day to day, you never know who’s who. Winter cold bites down on your bones. Was that just a chill or did I hear her favorite song? The summer is no exception to the rule. I can feel the heat rise or a time I lost my cool? On… Continue reading Season #136
Cooking without butter
I’m lashing out, can’t be without, can’t think the thoughts, blinded seeing spots, remorse in my plot, bleeding because we fought, overcoming doubt,please let me out, stuck in a concrete box, hearing gunshots, I think my body dropped, walking dead in my Crocs, put this in a pot and you get- Scrambled thoughts
