two-way street where’s the beginning is this the end? my favourite folk song bitter but uplifting clinical but hopeful isn’t that the only way to be ? driving my bike down the unfamiliar hill it’s the holiday but why everything is so empty? firecrackers scattered on the ground i don’t know if i should letContinue reading “happy new year”
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save me
my salvation, my muse my distraction, my woo how lonely it would be if you take a peak into my soul? with you, i’m feeling more alive dancing around under the moonlight heartbroken, i’m really good at consolation depressed, i’m an expert at disguise sexually assaulted, my body is a bombshell and my mind isContinue reading “save me”
i want it all to stop
it’s all coming back the sleepless nights the crying in the middle of the day the “i can’t do anything right” the getting so lost in my damn mind the wanting to die the run-away the anxious performer the faking a smile the “i am fine” the “what i am doing here?” the tears thatContinue reading “i want it all to stop”
hiding
do you ever feel like when things are up in the sky you know you’re hiding something deep down in the hollowed cave the only truth that isn’t hard to say that you are incapable of staying happy you’re constantly scared of living always on the verge of crying when did you get so goodContinue reading “hiding”
happy
i want to let myself be happy but what if i could only feel at peace when i’m sad and miserable i wanted to be stronger but i can’t even finish this sentence. t.l.
getting dark
my poems are getting darker like a winter’s night cold and frosty if i’m not careful i could trip and fall on these slippery words if i’m not mindful i could live in them forever. t.l. maybe i will like that better
poetry
poetry is where clouds grow on trees poetry is where there’s no misery poetry is where i get praised for being needy poetry is where death is pretty poetry is where love isn’t scary poetry is where i can be my darkest self poetry is where i am most like me. t.l. that’s why iContinue reading “poetry”
Number 5, 1948
you asked, if i would get sick again and for a brief second, i forgot that i’m a broken vase the one that recovered from almost drowning i keep myself busy from thinking about dying but does that mean i’m totally healed? i kept thinking about what Matt Haig said, “the best thing about rockContinue reading “Number 5, 1948”
Sanity
two things i wanna keep closest to me one is you another is my sanity. t.l.
give them three things
When people asked me, ‘what are three things that get you to work?’ ‘what are your three strengths and weaknesses?’ i find it hard to list only three things for them because i’m a jigsaw puzzle with 3000 different pieces each with its own unique shape and colour i don’t even know which one willContinue reading “give them three things”
Tsunami of Words 