I think I knew who you were. .Before you did,And that’s hardBecause I loved you anyway…And now “The Empty”-Though predictable-Is sad nonetheless.
Tag: Struggle
Hello Life!
Hello crazyHow have you been?You know me. . .Bending my mind again. Goodbye sanity!You are a disgrace!!Leaving behind a mess…It’s such a waste. Hello lifeIt would be nice to have you back!Can you pickup sanity?It’s the one thing I lack.
Enemy
The worst enemyIs in thy self Being the brakesOr gas withheld… Just a causeAlmost short of witNot by brainBut choosing to quit.
Dead Day
Halloween by JusTee There are momentsWhen you break-Like a vaseA shelf forsakes…Still the shatterDespite being strong-All in resistanceOf what is going wrong…And you begFor hurt to be seen-And hopeOf what someday will bring…And there is a planSo much bigger than yours-And that knowledgeDoesn’t change what’s ignored…Because you are humanDespite any goal-And in some casesLife is … Continue reading Dead Day
Seek
Image created by JusTee It’s just never the right timeOr dayBut weakAnd so the stones layOneBy oneYou’ll hideI seek.
Enemy
Enemy- Original image by JusTee Darwin saidOnly the strong will survive-But if I am not strong,Nor Weak-What am I?But the middleman…Still crushing the weak-Only to be extinguished?Survivals problem-Is the Who-Who could be helped,Or stop the inevitable.Yes Prosperity-On the backs of the weak,To build a new strength,Pushing an unknown,In the ignorance of history-Erasing what you could … Continue reading Enemy
Need
I found a shoelaceMissing a purpose-And a mouseWho didn’t respond to cheese-Thus explaining a clockWhose minutes have no need.
Vice
Soft scratches alert To hear you That you are there Until you aren't And I wait As any caged prey would do For a return Or consequence Of proportions beyond me Or anything Even the moth runs from the flame While perched on the door Waiting for eternity Or just the day.
Illusion’s Candor
Sounds of sandpaper rubbing- Walking through drying fields Drops escaping the puddle As toes remember their feel. Noises promise company- Loneliness weighs on shoulders . . . Walking up high for peace- Leaves the body feeling colder. Pieces fit into the puzzle- Broken as eggshells on the floor . . . Knowing something is different … Continue reading Illusion’s Candor
No Good Deed
Callused by logic Confined by youth Ignorance for fun Pain to soothe. No lack of hope Just wrong and right Deaf to No Up for a fight. Alone with silence A past staying awake... Good deeds punished While watching you break.
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