sometimes it's a struggle
between the different parts of me
young
free
irresponsible
self-absorbed
searching
older
trapped
heavy
wrinkled
forgetful
but when both sides are working
so hard
nothing gets done really.
i want them to learn to get along
to accept each other
but is that possible?
words just come out
thoughts. poems.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
nine
not
even
knowing
what
to
write
feeling
so
mixed
up.
not
even
sure
what
that
means.
or
what
i
mean.
even
knowing
what
to
write
feeling
so
mixed
up.
not
even
sure
what
that
means.
or
what
i
mean.
eight
just when you think you're feeling better
you realize you're not.
the sun is out. the sky is blue.
suddenly the clouds rush in to cover
the happiness.
emotions change,
thoughts get heavy,
walls close in,
no one notices but me.
get up.
go out.
move.
my body is so heavy,
held down by the realization
that every better feeling
is only temporary.
you realize you're not.
the sun is out. the sky is blue.
suddenly the clouds rush in to cover
the happiness.
emotions change,
thoughts get heavy,
walls close in,
no one notices but me.
get up.
go out.
move.
my body is so heavy,
held down by the realization
that every better feeling
is only temporary.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
seven
there is one disadvantage
to being happy all the time
or seeming so
outside yourself
and that is
when you're not
everyone notices.
and so you try
a little harder
to make the happy
happier
but the not gets
so much bigger
and so you try a lot harder
and then the happy tries
are almost
impossible.
to being happy all the time
or seeming so
outside yourself
and that is
when you're not
everyone notices.
and so you try
a little harder
to make the happy
happier
but the not gets
so much bigger
and so you try a lot harder
and then the happy tries
are almost
impossible.
six
i am so exhausted
listening to the screams
inside my head.
i am the only one
who hears them,
their deafening silence
is louder than life,
wrapping around my dreams,
enveloping the frustration.
pay attention
i am here,
an observer only partly seen-
wanting to be heard.
listening to the screams
inside my head.
i am the only one
who hears them,
their deafening silence
is louder than life,
wrapping around my dreams,
enveloping the frustration.
pay attention
i am here,
an observer only partly seen-
wanting to be heard.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
five
i brought a
life into this one
i was
hoping to watch,
and guide,
and share
and be a big part,
make a difference-
and be a big part,
make a difference-
but somehow
i am only a
small part
of her life,
of her life,
unable to
make changes
to the
world
i was once
in.
maybe later,
things will change-
things will change-
i’ve
stopped hoping now
and that’s
the hardest part.
four
i feel like
I’m locked in a prison
that no one
else can see.
it is
invisible
hidden by
my happiness;
the bars
that keep me in
are
reinforced
by the
smiles I’m sentenced
to wear.
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