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I lie on the ground
A fallen leaf
Broken and brown
Remembering when I was hopeful and green
A new bud
Ready to jump from the tree
Or when my colors were warm and bright
Dancing in the air
No inhibitions or fright
I miss the tree, I miss the wind
As I crumble
Just wanting to feel like me again
A fallen leaf
Broken and brown
Remembering when I was hopeful and green
A new bud
Ready to jump from the tree
Or when my colors were warm and bright
Dancing in the air
No inhibitions or fright
I miss the tree, I miss the wind
As I crumble
Just wanting to feel like me again
Literature
My Dear, Please...
You're tired right now.
I can tell from your eyes;
You simply wish to sleep and never wake
You need a relief from this life,
You need to find your own little space.
But my dear I beg you,
don't vanish without a trace...
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I care
i.
your words drip with crimson
as you bite your lip;
you always liked to pretend
you held the strength of metal,
and now all that’s left is the aftertaste of copper
trickling down your throat-
what happened to the child throwing pennies in the fountain?
ii.
hidden under the threaded sleeves of your sweater,
I can picture your hands shaking like earthquakes
and your fists held clenched;
I worry your fingernails cut dashed lines
into the palms of your hands,
like the ones painted on back roads and highways-
I’m worried where you plan on going
iii.
viewing your puffy eyes and hearing woebegone-winded words
tangle on your tra
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Anxiety...?
The air I breathe
Feels way too thick
And I'm drowning in
The thought of it
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It's meant to portray me looking back at when I was healthy but I'm sure it can be applied to other things.
More kinda like this:
More kinda like this:
There Was a Girl...There was a girl
Who'd wake up Monday morning
Excited to work today and tomorrow change the world
What happened to her?
I stressed her out until she became anxious
Took her rest until she became weak
Told her she wasn't good enough until she believed it
And now she had to write this poem
To cope with what I've done
The Only Way OutI'll pass every trial
I'll run every maze
I'll do whatever I have to
Falling to the depths
And climbing back up
Because the only way out
Is through
But I don't know how to go through
An endless nothing
I've lost all control
I'm floating away
And I'm afraid
The only way out
Is down
Running on EmptyHave you ever felt like you're running on empty?
Like your last ounce of energy you lost long ago
Like you're walking on eggshells that are more than cracked than whole
Like you can't tell if you're awake anymore
And you'd ask for a hand
If you only had the strength to reach
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That's so sad. I'm sorry you were sick.