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Dialogue

I have been conditioned

to thinking

that my thoughts are not worth

being heard--

so I began

believing it

and spoke sparsely.

I am still teaching myself

that my voice is powerful

and holds worth

once again.

But until then,

the dialogue between

my inner selves will remain

daunted by sunny days

and thrilled

for the overcast.

#prose #poetry #voice

Resolution

I wish I spoke more dearly

of the aspects of life

that give me jolts of will,

but I often forget to relish

in the loveliness of the days

that blend together.

#prose #poetry

Within the beholder,

where passion resides,

lies a soul.

Even so,

my soul does not shine

for all to see

it is for my eyes to radiate

and for my mind

to marinate in its tendencies.

#prose #god this is garbage but i keep hitting post

Peak

I have grown past what

I deemed was my peak of will,

yet here, I wither.

#haiku

I wish I knew

how to describe

the way you make me feel

or list

the many reasons

as to why I adore you

--

but the truth is,

there are too many

wonderful qualities

of yours

that cloud my thoughts

for me to think clearly.

#prose #first time writing in over a year cool

Pennies

I would gamble Every coin in my pocket That you are waiting for me To crumble, As if you crushed me, But dear, You're not even worth that.

#prose #poetry #spilled ink

Cocoon

I allowed myself to grow To become the person I wish I was, And I long for the day When a quick glance at my reflection Would evolve into a stare As I look into myself, But for now, All I see is a hollow chamber.

#prose #poetry

Ounces

I have drained myself Of motivation to keep A heavy head high.

#haiku #poetry

twelve

I was twelve when I learned new formulas in math, that was also the year that I learned to hate myself. I was twelve when I took a blade to a frog in science, that was also the year that I took a blade to my skin. I was twelve when I was exposed to writing, that was also the year that I turned to writing to avoid being exposed. I was twelve when I heard that love could heal, that was also the year that I became numb.

#im sorry #tw:self harm #self harm #poetry #prose

time does a wretched feat

where it slows down to a crawl

in only my eyes,

and i am forced to watch

an unfortunate series of events

in motions below the tick of a heartbeat

and i am fully aware of it

yet i choose to stare relentlessly

as i feel my insides begin to decay

to nothing.

#ive gotten lazy with my capitalization #poetry #poem #prose #the feedback project #free write #words #lit #creative writing

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Senses

Listen sincerely,

to the legato drip

of ink,

that escapes my fingertips,

like the poison

of a venomous reptile,

and watch how it pours

in slow pulses

for it takes an inch of my being

with every last drop,

and hear it echo

against the walls of glass

of a social expectation

that we must abide by,

and see what it truly means

to indulge yourself into an art

that only you can define,

and smell the sweat

induced by hours

of slaving over

a sport,

a play,

a symphony,

or whatever it may be

as long as it pertains to you

and your thoughts alone,

and feel the rush

of daring to touch

what touches you.

#this is my first spoken word #ahhh #poetry #poem #prose #spoken word #spilled ink #audio #writing #words #creative writing #free write

I was once proclaimed

as a profound individual

by a young fool

who believed

the words I bled onto paper

were those that held meaning,

when in reality,

I was simply a damn coward

who hid behind ink

sans voice.

#poetry #spilled ink #i want to feel profound #prose #the feedback project #i said damn ooOOoohoh #i wrote this a while ago but my computer turned off so i rewrote it and finished it and i kinda like it #words #writing #free write #lit

There exists an absence of warmth within the walls of my being-- where once a boundless fire of passion resided-- that has now simmered down to a trickle of a fading flame.

#im sad #and life is dull #poetry #the feedback project #words #writing #spilled ink #prose

As we begin to move on

to higher hurdles

that challenge our every conscious thought,

we begin to see a sliver of revelation

in a pit of emptiness

that fuels the daunting task

of finding ourselves.

#i like this #i think i know what i want to major in now #maybe #poetry #poem #prose #the feedback project #words #spilled ink

Feed me lies

that I am something of worth,

that you care,

because all I see

are clouds

of another damn day.

#i promised myself i wouldn't write like this anymore but oh well

In all my years,

not once have I experienced

such a desire for proximity

with someone.

That is,

until our gazes met

and it occurred to me

that I felt differently with you.

And now,

I have reason to explore

the uncharted territory

that is intimacy.

#it's funny how i can write about things i really don't know about #imagine if i did #hmm #poetry #intimacy #prose #words #spilled ink #the feedback project

cancer of the mind

You say

that you love the way

my cheeks redden

and the way

that my laugh echoes,

but will you

still love the way

my hair frizzes

or the way

my eyes flicker with green

when I am consumed

with the cancer of the mind?

#poetry #prose #cancer of the mind #the feedback project #free write #lit #words #writing

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