What's this prison I've built for myself
using shackles at pillow tops?
Emotions as walls thick & tall?
The guards reasonable like old pals?
No visiting hours but party at the top.
For the fun of judging people who shows.
How dare they being carefree with easy smiles.
They need to learn maximum security or else.
Category: random feels
Unknown.
The echos in my mind bounce off
different shores of unknown lands
like a sonar that penetrates
without explanation.
I wrap myself in warm clothes
and get comfortable
for that's how a pebble skips
then eases into the pond.
Mental health day.
I wish I learned how to hold on.
Everyone says do what you're told or else.
My heart changes hands, I lose sight
of what's good for me in the important part.
Not in the trade nor family
who persuaded me to let go
for a common good. That's dead & rotten.
I will learn to hold on and tell
the rest of them to deal with it
or fuck off.
Cloud 9.
May you forget what you're afraid of.
As you float to the clouds with
murmuring but nothing more.
When you're afraid you think
too much & you build walls just
for it to crumble because you
want out.
I hope you forget what you're afraid of.
A used book.
When I buy a used book and see
someone made notes but stopped
at some mysterious page. I
wonder what happened to her.
Did she die? Was the book misplaced?
I expect a written explanation.
But there is none. Then I wonder
if I will read that far and will I
even make any discernible mark.
The annoyance turns into
anticipation as I turn the page.
Be me.
What's this longing that has me chase after it?
So needy for it which is why it's eluding me.
Not like I was born for it but it's my refuge.
Now that I think about it I can see why:
never felt safe otherwise unless it's pretend;
an excuse to explore the world in others' skin;
mom & dad won't approve that's half the reason;
it's the only way to be me without being condemned.
No title.
Have you encountered yourself?
I have not. It's not something
I like thinking about. I see
the upside of buried in toil &
forget about my will. But,
I can not: wounded pride &
nowhere to hide or
hiding too well. Life is
harder on the mind &
soul. The body follows
a moment too soon. You'll
miss everything if you truly
live. Is it better than
not knowing? I wish you
get used to hurting yourself.
Then maybe be whole.
Indulgence.
Long have I forgotten,
candle-lit streets, moon kiss.
I've grasped the reason
then put in a spin.
Counterweight of malice
ships the sweet poison.
So soon have I forgotten,
long I've been indulging:
I'm here with life,
but it doesn't stay for me.
A love poem to an orange.
You smell like the essence of joy.
You have the color of sunset squeezed,
rejoicing the violence by dri-dripping
the most tantalizingly consistent
pulpy sediment, shamelessly healthy.
No wonder you sustained me
when I swallowed the bitter medicine.
You're elixir of life in my palm,
yet they only call you an orange.
Voices.
Every night I'm scared
of the opportunities lost.
When I close my eyes,
it's party time for my thoughts.
I never cared for survival
yet something bids me to strive.
Is it my spirit, my mother or
the craziness that wants to get out?
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