I understand your sadness,
So I guess I should just hold my tongue.  

Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars.

#Manchester Orchestra  

I feel like I want to
Run and dive head first from this
Perpetually agonizing hell
And fall freely toward the
Welcoming arms of the earth
Because then I will know
If I’m able to fly
Or if my wings are too dead
To dream

(Source: sofuckinglost)

I’ve always been afraid to spend forever in the dark,
So I fueled the fire and now I’m alone watching as the flames grow higher.
Relapsing towards feebleness, the sickness is starting to consume my body.
I’ve got an endless emptiness in my head that turn my days weary and shoddy. 
I did not ask to be born with these eyes, eyes that always speak for my mind. 

#poetry  #words  #poem  #thoughts  #poop  

I’m not going to spend my time treading water and keeping my head above the waves.
The sea has permission to stand up and hug me. 

#words  #thoughts  #poetry  

I. NEED. TO. VENT.

#But there is no one  

“I’ve been practicing disappearing,
And I think that I’ve got it down.”
– Conor Oberst.

(Source: kinks)

Apprehension is the strangest thing.  I can’t move.  It’s chaos out there, but chaos is what I need.  My body feels like it’s being screwed up into a ball, like a page littered with mistakes.  Like garbage. 

Yet, I manage to unravel and straighten myself, disgusted and thankful.  Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces.

#words  #thoughts  #emotional  #poophead  #poem  #poetry  

Shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say,

I’m going to take you back to that one specific day.

My head was hanging low, I couldn’t get a grip,

And my mind, it started to slip.

I felt my way through the dark streets,

I felt the warm breath of the city before it fell asleep.

Counting the starts as they came out,

Searching for whatever had been left out, to find what I had never really found.

I have a heart but no life,

I had been strangling myself that whole time.

I was not loosing my grip on reality.

I was letting it go.

#Poem  #poetry  #words  #thoughts  #past  #poop  

“Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?”
– Albert Camus (via pearleyes)

(via crimethinker)

And now for a change of scenery.

To your left,

Perhaps your right,

Perhaps even straight ahead,

You find a small black room.

In it he sits.

He is scum,

He is starving,

He is afraid.

Please— Try not to look away.

#Poem  #words  #poetry  #thoughts  #Zusak  

“Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.”
– Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You

(Source: danceabletragedy)

Forever is a long time when you’ve lost your way,

So many missed opportunities to disobey.

All this time, I’ve been led astray.

#poopy  #poem  #thoughts  #words  #lfdsjkl;afjkl;asj  #poetry  

Grandpa is starting dialysis.                                                                                     Oh poop.

You can tell her anything you want,

She carries the hurt of a hundred.

Her brittle bones are shaking from the worries she encumbers.

The minds around her, breaking, as she tries to make them clear.

Empathy is taking her, the aching turns to tears.

But there is no mistaking, she’ll never leave you dear.

So gently leave your footprints on her, and embellish all your fears.

#poem  #poetry  #poop  #thoughts  #mind  #words  #myself  #empathy