poetry on any day of the week
I hope for it all
I hope for love
I hope for loneliness
Doesn’t hope sound like goodbye
I hoped for more
I hoped for forever
I hoped for an end
Or is hope just another beginning?
Hope isn’t real
Hope isn’t the truth
Hope your heart away
Hope the hurt to the ground
Do you believe hope will save you?
Hope is an escape
Hope is a delusion
Hope is a break
Hope may crack you
Or is hope a rope that pulls you back to life?
And even when I hold my head high,
with the stars within my reach,
I hear the disappointment in your voice.
And even when I’ve escaped the mess in my mind,
leading a life with some idea of purpose,
I see the sadness in your eyes.
And even when I’ve stopped wishing for death,
with an aim to heal the wounds in my soul,
I sense the retaliation in your words.
But mum, even with over ten thousand miles between us,
and a short phone call once a month,
I seek the hope in your hello.
My mother once said, everything you do will be laid out in front of you once you die.
Do good things and your whole being will only speak of the good.
Do you ever wonder what your body thinks of you?
My ears will speak of all the bullshit I allowed myself to listen to.
My mouth will voice all the white lies that tumbled out of my mouth.
My insides will speak of all that I filled it with, the good and the bad.
My skin will utter of the sharp edges that split it apart.
My body will shout about the hate I flooded it with.
My stomach will whisper of the days I neglected it.
My legs will declare that I only loved them when they behaved.
My mother, who taught me to how to hate myself while embracing myself…
…taught me that approval only comes after pain.
Who are we and why are we here?
Our fury knocks us down as the world falls around us
This earth is diminishing, and people are relishing in its despair.
We are less than we used to be yet more than we have ever imagined.
Narcissists are changing the world so it only benefits themselves.
While the poor burn in cages, screaming to be heard.
Our screams fall on death ears, our eyes raise up to the sky.
What are we doing, why won’t they hear our howls?
Friendships are not always what you imagined.
High standards, shatter our illusions.
Lower your delusions, before they turn to deceptions.
People aren’t always what they say they are.
Pretentious and confusing, always raving for conversation.
Conversations of reality tv and malicious comments.
Not needed, not wanted, just stay where you are.
Happy on my own, happy with out it.
It’s been 27 days since I last wrote. 27 days of being blank. Of being numb.
Is it possible to feel everything and nothing at the same time?
Confusion dulls me as I’m not sure how to handle my mind.
Feelings, thoughts, actions all become lost.
This isn’t poetry, it’s just words I purge out of my system and ruin your day with.
Please don’t confuse me as a poet. I am not one.
I write about feelings and thoughts, whether they flow out of your mouth or not.
Uncensored and dark, isn’t that what life these days is all about?
Or would you like me to write about love? And how it fucks you up.
The reason for living, is a question we all ask.
Happiness, we all think, the everlasting goal for breathing.
My soul sways inside me, flowing it’s darkness around me.
Pensive with a purpose, I can confirm that it’s my state of mind.
Shall we call it depression, when it’s truly just melancholy.
Comfortable in my gloominess, which is there for no apparent reason.
Taking pleasure in my dismal state, while I’m stuck in my thoughts.
However, let’s not mistake this for hopelessness.
As there is hope in every thought.
Your unhappiness, I feel this to my very core
How am I to help you when I feel beaten to my soul?
Anxious of change and being alone, is the reason I’m still here
Gripping on to the anchor that keeps me sane, while treading water
Whereas in my very heart, I long for the day that I can stand up
When will I embrace my own company and feel alive again
Happy thoughts
Happy being
Think like you don’t care.
Think like you are all there.
Happiness is earned not given
Or is it taken and not an expectation
Take what you can
Take what you will
hold your lips so tightly at the thought of being lonely
let’s go far, far from the place we like to call home
do you feel it in your bones the way I do?
or am I hoping we were tarred with the same brush.
I see you laughing, at the thought of being happy
that’s ok, we can laugh until you feel joy again
I see you laughing, like you feel nothing
that’s ok, we can laugh until you feel everything
wheneveraweek 