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I feel like I want to (Source: sofuckinglost) I’ve always been afraid to spend forever in the dark, #poetry #words #poem #thoughts #poop I’m not going to spend my time treading water and keeping my head above the waves. #words #thoughts #poetry
“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 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 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 |
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