being like this,
it isn’t fun.
i want to cry
but my body forgets how.
i want to scream
but my throat chooses silence.
i don’t want to shake
but my hands reveal my secret,
full of shame
and embarrassment.
i don’t want to drown
but my thoughts continue to pour in,
plugging the drain
and overfilling.
i don’t want to be this way,
fighting my battles alone.
scared to show my pain,
happy to share my disguise.
i wish someone could see
past the skin i wear so well,
and grab my hand
to calm my storm.
Tag: poetry
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for you,
i would capture the stars
and show that
you shine brighter
than they ever will.
😢
it’s okay-
to mimic the rain,
to shatter the glass,
to run the faucet without care.
pain,
heartbreak,
fear,
tragedy,
life.
even the strongest
must cry sometimes.
rain doesn’t ruin.
some claim that rain ruins days-
washing away plans
as if they are not meant
to be rinsed sometimes.
as if the sky is not allowed to cry,
too full of emotion and struggle
to continue to shine and prosper.
one small puddle,
a forgotten umbrella,
or even just a rolled down window
and suddenly they hate it all.
but why view it with anger
and not beauty?
the dancing on rooftops,
flowing down hills,
shimmering in streetlights?
don’t hide from it-
embrace the joy from when
we were once young.
get soaked,
jump in those puddles,
celebrate the beauty of nature.
grab her hand and dance
in that empty parking lot,
laughing,
loving,
and remembering that this is
the beautiful world we live in.
make these moments worth it.
live without anger.
live with joy.
💤
one would think
that after resting for 26 years,
they would have energy.
energy to explore-
to run with speed,
to love with passion,
to write with fire,
to live without fear.
but no-
i am still so tired.
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another stormy day-
the sky screaming
as the clouds fight
and their tears fall.
they hit the windshield
as i commute to work,
reminding me that
i am not the only
broken one.
alone.
the trees whisper things i cannot hear,
their branches reaching like arms,
but not to hold me.
i walk aimlessly,
the moss remembering me,
footsteps tracking where i’ve already been.
it’s quiet
but not empty-
something watches.
i know i’m not alone,
and that’s what scares me most.
scares me for i am unsure
what is to come.
dull
the moon watches,
but no longer glows,
just distant and pale
as the nights cycle.
colors are blurs,
once vivid treasures
but now,
just
there.
the sky quit speaking,
the wind whistles less,
and even the flowers
seemed to stop trying.
those three words
no singular language is enough-
enough to describe
my passion,
my desire,
my need.
to most,
three words suffice.
to me, however,
there are endless ways
to show my thoughts.
in Irish, they say “A chuisle mo chroí”-
the pulse to my heart.
in Italian, they say “Sei il mio tesoro”-
you are my treasure.
in Spanish, they say “Mi corazón es tuyo”-
my heart is yours.
in French, they say “Tu es tout ce que j’ai toujours voulu”-
you are everything i’ve ever wanted.
to me,
you are so much more.
you are the brightest star
in the vast galaxy above,
the single flame that lights up my world
more than the sun ever could,
the sunflower that takes my hand
and guides me towards the light.
in your eyes,
no map could ever save me
as i lose my thoughts outside of one dream-
𝑌𝑜𝑢.
no one phrase will ever be fitting
for what you deserve to hear,
but i will never stop speaking them.
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