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Tag Archives: poem
On Anxiety
A heavy stone Inside my chest Is this a test That I must blow? Sand is filling My damn whole lungs Nothing sounds as I am digging. I work to breathe, Scratch my skin, The answer, the sin Lies underneath. … Continue reading
It was then when I stopped
It was then when I frowned It was then when I drowned It was when I shouted It was when I threatened … to throw away the phone. That’s when I saw that. That it was getting bad That I … Continue reading
It’s amazing how much those two coincide
Today I just wanted to leave this here, as a summary of my thoughts.
A bunch of verses: Hiding Away
I want to rip off Every part of me So you can see What your acts mean. I should rip off Every part of your soul So you can feel What’s in front of you. But I won’t do it … Continue reading
Waiting is for suckers
Well, I really am. So that’s it. How do YOU feel about it? About waiting? Waiting for any kind of thing, I mean. Doesn’t it itch? Doesn’t it get inside your head and under your skin? (This was made by … Continue reading
Saving Myself (Behind the mask)
I was so tired of the masks That I put one on myself I was so tired of the games That I started to play I was so tired of the pain That I started to torture I was so … Continue reading
And I am The Unthinkable
Sometimes I feel That I’m under it And I can’t steal One more second of it And a giant eraser Will me coming for me. And I feel that I disappear I’m invisible I’m unreachable I’m untouchable I’m untalkable I’m … Continue reading
Short Sigh [a really slim poem]
I wish I could Make that Step that Would make You see That I Am here. I’m not sad or too much thirsty But I Wouldn’t mind your hand there. * I guess I’m in that kind of mood.
A little madness (What if)
What if I did, anyway? What would be the big problem? Would it be so ridiculous? Are we so frivolous? Would it be such a madness? Delight in blindness? Could I be blamed? If strongly so I claimed? Don’t you … Continue reading
My biggest smile, mind you
How can I ever Let it go My biggest smile The strongest one My lucky charm The reason behind. (Which, mind you, Is an innocent one). How can I ever Let them know Wouldn’t understand Wouldn’t look right They try … Continue reading