poetry – Page 24 – Tsunami of Words

Comfortable

I’d have to leave now before I get too comfortable kicking my own toe against the bed until I can no longer feel the pain. t.l.

Out of time

If only I knew that we were running out of time, I would not have jumped head first. I would have done everything like it’s the first time. t.l. I’m sorry for loving too much, too quickly.

sometimes when you’re stuck inside for too long, you think it’s the only reality that there’s no way out. you get used to it learn how to breathe under water bleed yourself so you’d become lighter cross your heart and swear “forever”. and then you got out into a world where there were millions andContinue reading “worthy”

love

What is worse suffering while being in love or protecting oneself from getting hurt and spending eternity alone? t.l.

We are who we are

I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone. Daniel Keyes – Flowers for Algernon Isn’t it obvious that we are everything and nothing at all? that who we are today isn’t who we will be tomorrow thatContinue reading “We are who we are”

I love you

I’m sorry for crying for waking up wanting to die for carrying this weight day and night. I’m sorry for disliking you and trying to free myself from the words they told you for thinking life is cruel and that’s why I have to be cruel to you. I’m sorry. I love you. And IContinue reading “I love you”

scars

let me in I want to see your scars, your sins the way you hold yourself up when everything begins crashing down on you. t.l.

Restless

Tons of work to do but instead, I’m pacing restlessly, impatiently looking for things to distract myself from nothing. t.l.

If

If we were all born alone, why do we crave human connections like moths to lights? If we were unhappy why do we suffer this much to be happy again? If this is the first and last chance at living why did we waste so much on the wrong things? t.l.

Euphoria

I used to enjoy those sleepless nights where I could do anything, wrote a hundred poems cried myself to sleep stood in the garden let the suffering deepens. I reflected, speculated dreamed about a future where I get better where pain is only subtle and I’m not suicidal. Now I don’t enjoy insomnia any longer,Continue reading “Euphoria”