Like an idle hand, it plays
A tired, unfocused mind strays
there is no end to this maze
that which holds my longing gaze
Why aren’t there easier days?
Ok
It’s back and I hate it,
Existence truncated,
the feelings so strong
a smile unrelated,
the hurt is so real
and existence I feel
is a pain in my ass
as I go through this spiel
no one can know me
or help overthrow the
weight of this illness
that hinders me weekly
a strong sense of burden,
the constantly hurtin’
the twisting and churning
stomach is first then
to notice that something
is more than just one thing,
that life isn’t worth it
as far as what I dream….
But
I’m
Ok
It’s back
With a sly grin it grabs my attention
Not enough room for this kind of dissension,
Body and mind filled with all sorts of tension
Giving my emotions an extra dimension.
It’s not the pain it causes that makes it the worst,
it’s the feeling that I’m last if I don’t come in first
that depression is winning with its humor and mirth
as I compete with ghosts for writing each verse.
I’m back to struggling against creating ideal,
from twisting all the good stuff away from what’s real
from listening to my anxious instead of how I feel
and losing sight of success on my brain’s film reel.
But you don’t have to listen even if you enjoy
the art that I make and the bad I destroy
it’s all part of my nefarious, holiday ploy
to keep me going strong as one healthy boy.
Boiled
There’s nothing quite like being alone
with vision swimming and beeping phone,
a friend passed out and an electric stove
holding a boiled carbohydrate treasure trove.
Too hot to eat, a cooled meal,
water to imbibe, as soon you’ll feel
the grasp of alcohol’s glorious steal
of frames from the next days reel.
Where
Where are you on the days that I hate myself?
Where are you when I just want to stop?
Where are you when the world holds nothing for me?
Where are you when the other shoe’s about to drop?
I am here when your body gives up.
I am here when the time feels short.
I am here when the last breath fades away.
I am here, your forever cohort.
What is this if not life’s lesson?
What is this going to turn out to be?
What is the thing that keeps me down?
What is the answer to finally feeling free?
This is the final song of the night.
This is the bartenders last call.
This is the end of the beginning.
This is the truth for us all.
Wake Up
Submitted by WonderWoman
Tomorrow is filled with sorrow,
Pain, suffering, and sadness,
Depression, insecurities, and hatred.
Oh, if only I didn’t wake up tomorrow.
If I don’t wake up tomorrow, I’ll miss out on
all the smiles, rainbows, and sunny days,
snow angels, laughter and cuddles,
butterflies, kittens and puppies,
rosy cheeks, bubble baths and pancakes.
Oh I hope I wake up tomorrow!
Twisting Sound
You can hear it, you know,
that sound as you work,
the music that seems
to start with a flirt,
dances so sultry,
unbuttons your shirt,
with giggles and laughter,
personality pert,
no progress today
you know what it’s worth.
Paperwork
Between benefits
And sexual harassment
My first week is long
First day
The coffee smells nice
and my vision is sharp,
the mind is a trap
that is ready to start
pushing this endeavor
in whole or in part,
with work I have done
to fulfill my heart.
Ships
Passing in the night
It’s hard to remember
That everything’s right
In this cold November
The sun is shining
On feelings so tender
While the moon’s timing
Sings for this world ender.
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