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@lbspoetry
It just turned midnight so you know what that means, Happy Pride Month Everyone!!!!!
I don’t post enough kitties.Â
Here’s a kitty.
Boxes
I work with boxes
Delivering smiles.
I had this great idea
To take my anxiety
Put it in a box
Tape it
Ship it to a far away land
bury it in the sand.
It was a great idea!!
Right?
You see I have never been the person who sleep walks
But without the anxiety
My body was lost
It knew something was missing
I couldn't hide the past in that way
Day after day looking at that fake smile
Waking up in an unfimiar far away land
holding a firmiliar box
Covered in sand
My name scrawled on the front
I had forgot what the box looked like
Opening it was like opening Pandora's box
The plagues and disease were only meant for me
All of the anxiety
Everything built up
Imploding because the weight of what I tried to ship away
Found it's way back to me.
Sitting unable to move
The sand falls from below
All alone,
a hearing with my anxieties
Telling me I was wrong
Long bouts of I'm sorry
Unable to tame the thoughts and feelings
I thought my sentence was life on a ship that lost its way in a storm
Land nowhere to be seen.
But I found land, leaned into the storm
Made it out
Maybe I learned my lesson
But maybe there is another box out there
With my name scrawled on it
Waiting till I can handle the weight
Of the plagues I am hiding from myself
-LBS
UNTITLED
No one looks behind your lungs....
Behind my lungs,
That's where I like to hide my feelings, my emotions
Earthquakes in my chest,
Rumbling and tumbling
Lungs mumbling
"I can't breathe!"
My heart fumbling
Crumbling
Because its losing life, vitality
My brain feeling the quake
Telling me, "For Peet's sake!
Shove the emotions down
In each crack made
Let it be a place
To hide all of the pain.
Suck it up
Let it be
So we can finally be free!"
But unfortunately the
Anxiety
Doesn't let you hide
Emotions,
Going with the motions
Crying,
Barely breathing
Paralyzing
emotions demanding attention.
My lungs cracking
Pouring,
Lies,
Memories,
Feelings I don't want to feel,
With out a doubt
the reason I can't breathe
Chest hurting more with
Each half breath
Leaving me in my car
Hands over my eyes
My brain telling me lies of
Everything will be fine
I've heard that line
And remember the last time it was said,
Now look where we are
In my car unable to breath
I wish I could leave!
-LBS
Starvation
I am going to bed without dinner again
I seem to think that i am deserving of punishment
And that if I punish myself enough
I might love myself enough
To believe that you love me enough
To keep me around.
I used to starve myself,
And I know I slip back into old habbits sometimes
I watched myself intentionally
Step on the banana peel
Of the banana I didn’t eat for breakfast,
fall in slow motion back into that old habit
Depriving myself of what my body needed because it needed love and nutrition but I thought I could be a magician,
trick it into thinking nothing was more important, than nothing.
Learning to hate myself from my mom
Learning from the example of diets
and pills set before me
Mom why didnt you bore me with love?
Was I not good enough?
every time I look at my arms
The fat and excess skin make me
feel like ripping my skin off
No amount of cloth can compress them into the size that will make me happy
I thought I should go back to therapy
But I can’t bear to see me back in that chair
Staring at someone saying I am not okay
Telling a stranger I hate myself enough to deprive myself of the things I need to survive because surviving is all I know how to do and I don’t want to do it anymore
My girlfriend calls me beautiful and I can’t see it
I lit a match in my house that was full of life
Burning it to the ground
Because that’s all I’ll be in the end
Ashes of a a person who hated herself enough to stop caring
Because she couldnt understand that love was stronger, more productive than hating.
-LBS
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I think this is my final product.
Starvation
I am going to bed without dinner again
I seem to think that i am deserving of punishment
And that if I punish myself enough
I might love myself enough
To believe that you love me enough
To keep me around.
I used to starve myself,
And I know I slip back into old habbits sometimes
I watched myself intentionally
Step on the banana peel
Of the banana I didn't eat for breakfast,
fall in slow motion back into that old habit
Depriving myself of what my body needed because it needed love and nutrition but I thought I could be a magician,
trick it into thinking nothing was more important, than nothing.
Learning to hate myself from my mom
Learning from the example of diets
and pills set before me
Mom why didnt you bore me with love?
Was I not good enough?
every time I look at my arms
The fat and excess skin make me
feel like ripping my skin off
No amount of cloth can compress them into the size that will make me happy
I thought I should go back to therapy
But I can't bear to see me back in that chair
Staring at someone saying I am not okay
Telling a stranger I hate myself enough to deprive myself of the things I need to survive because surviving is all I know how to do and I don't want to do it anymore
My girlfriend calls me beautiful and I can't see it
I lit a match in my house that was full of life
Burning it to the ground
Because that's all I'll be in the end
Ashes of a a person who hated herself enough to stop caring
Because she couldnt understand that love was stronger, more productive than hating.
-LBS
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I think this is my final product.
Heartwarming ❤️ (@mosiescritters)
I'm sorry
I am sorry.
You didn't deserve to
Know me the way I know me
My life tragic
Using magic to try and illude
From what's really there
I shared the dark
I shared the things
I wanted to hide even from myself
I know they
Scare people
Hell, they scare me shitless!
How I expected you to take it
I don't know
But maybe this is why
I'm better off alone
-LBS
Where Two Hearts Meet
Poetry;
Where two hearts meet
Beaten by life
Giving life to the uncertain
Growing with each rhyme
Never forgetting times
feelings
Dealings written in words
Heard
unheard
Ready to take on the world
-LBS
Missing you
I look for your face everywhere I go
Like looking for a lost part of my soul
Unable to control this
Sad
knowing I won't find your face in
The sea of people
Mad knowing I should let it go
But how do you let go of something
Like that
Something you never felt bored with
Tired of
Living without you
Knowing I must go on
Wishing on what could have been
-LBS
Two Poets
Two poets running through the redwoods
Both cut up and bruised from our travels
different stories
Rhymes
And Times
Stopping for two minutes to see
All the beauty inside the
Other
people come and go
Leaving,
Believe me was hard,
Two minutes,
directions shared,
Caring more and
Loving way more than we should
Sorry we could not stay longer.
Paths lit in
Opposite directions
An inspection of what could be
But knowing we were not mean to be
Going along our way
More bumps and bruises,
More beautiful poetry.
One flicker of the past
And a poem is made
To take the place of the
Time two poets were running in the redwoods
-LBS
Untitled
Two poets cannot fall in love,
Because then who would be the one to keep the other grounded?
Two poets cannot fall in love,
Because one must keep them on earth.
Two poets cannot fall in love,
Because poets are vampires who drink the blood called Love Sick off of the other
and we all know two vampires cannot survive alone
Two poets cannot fall in love,
Because if we fall in love what else will we have to write about?
The Most Beautiful Way Of Breaking
I don’t want to fall in love,
Because falling in love would mean my eyes would no longer be barren deserts.
I don’t want to fall in love,
Because falling in love would mean my cheeks will turn into little buds of roses.
I don’t want to fall in love
Because if I fall in love my back will be exposed,
And the trace if him will come back.
I don’t want to fall in love,
Because falling in love would mean my hands will ache for the stars.
Because falling in love would mean the marrow in my bones
will dry up in search for tears
Because falling in love means my hair will become a waterfall of hormones
Because falling in love would mean my eye lashes no longer catch dirt but the stardust you imit
I don’t want to fall in love
Because falling in love means my neck is out and sunflowers will grow from the veins,
Because falling in love means every one of those flowers
Will me berutially l ripped from my body and
I’ll just say sorry
Because falling in love means feeling something,
I never even got the chance to feel from my family.