Indecisive inconvenience
Bio
Pain is gender neutral.
My name's Shawn, I'm 19, and I never learned how to write poetry.
Stories (5/0)
Struggling
I've cried so many rivers I can feel myself drowning and in spite of all the bottles I've been downing I can't find piece of mind and it feels like a piece of mine has been lost so deep rewind pause and press play life like a relay race I switch back and forth between bad and worse and I can't find the time to tame this fire flame on. Rage on. That's what they say. Turn your passion to power your energy will flower and blossom into something more awesome than the ends of the Earth. Of course it hurt. It hurt in the way you delay relaying the contents of your day just so she can stay one more hour. But of course she leaves and leaves your soul devoured. Not to say she's gone for good she'll be back tomorrow. And all the sorrow you feel in the moment is just shit and you have to own it. Don't let it own you because then I too will be sitting eye to eye with the devil and as we sit level he whispers words that would make you revel. If only he spoke the truth but the truth is the booth he sits in is that of a lie factory that lies factoring the ideas and wishes you have and he wishes you to believe he has the answers for the things you ask.
By Indecisive inconvenience5 years ago in Poets
Emotions
Somehow these negative thoughts keep getting in. They're pushing under my fingernails and in through my skin. They fill me when I gasp for air, and if you really care, it only seems to slow while I'm pulling out my hair. You seem to greet my coping strategies with disdain as if it were better for me to be in pain. But you don't understand that talking doesn't help and walking off this shelf and falling and falling apart is how I live right now. I know I get distant, but what do you want me to do? Become happy in an instant? Become someone new? Pretend I'm not torn at ends on the inside? Or do you want the truth? To be the one to whom I confide? Honey, that was lost in youth. I wish I had words to explain how I feel, but it doesn't matter now, I feel how I feel, now go on, get out.
By Indecisive inconvenience6 years ago in Poets