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[0vertired]

I need time to be creative and loose

free flowing like water,

I am formless, and ever changing

I feel everything yet nothing at all

my instincts reflect the moon

guiding the tides

navigating my voyage

into the unknown.

Structure cannot contain me,

I spill out from every edge,

my soul is an ocean

no puny puddle or pool.

the tears I cry contain entire ecosystems

flourishing

in the dainty

dew drops dripping

down

the corner of my eye,

a universe in itself,

[zoallie]

Inspired.

I am the artist, Painting the next Mona Lisa, Carving the next David, My hands itch to brush, to mold, to touch, I am the musician, Composing the next Ride Of The Valkyries, Playing the next Goodnight Moon, My ears yearn to listen, to hear, to learn, I am the filmmaker, Shooting the next Lord of The Rings, Animating the next Prince of Egypt, My eyes crave to see, to watch, to memorise, I am the writer, I am the poet, And you are my muse. (L.Z.)

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[lumpyspaceprincess96]

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for wanting control. I'm sorry for relinquishing control of my whole life, and then depriving you of one facet of it. I am sorry, I cannot fold another load of laundry, fill another animal's food dish, scrub another sink, vacuum another rug, driving another child, get another A without tears. I'm sorry I gave up my four hour away college dreams up for love. I'm sorry I gave up everything, and still could not be enough. I'm sorry I cut my hair. I'm sorry I tattooed my body. I'm sorry I can't make things better. I'm sorry I wasn't enough. I'm sorry I'm writing these words. I'm sorry I want this to end. I'm sorry, I don't want to pass my pain onto someone else. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[rmacfarlane]

Street lights are my lone companion as I walk through the night. Bitter 4 am air bites at my fingertips and turns my breath to frost. Sirens and truck horns pierce the air yet the streets stay quiet, lonely in their solitude. One last drink still lingering on the tongue. One last goodbye caught between my lips. Intended to soften the blow, but never even breaking the surface.

I can’t breathe. Darkness surrounds me. Silence closing in. Headlights fly past and I can hear the waves breaking against the shore in the distance, although muffled by the weight of the entire ocean. The weight of pain, bearing down with such malevolent glee, our backs threatening to give way at any moment.

And then the waves take me, throwing me into the tumultuous wake. Chaos dances around me. Time slows until I can count every drop of salty foam hitting the back of my throat. Drowning in my own pertinacity. A suicide mission of my own design. Why did I reach so high? Why did I push with such stagnant determination?

I have sealed my own fate,

yet I’m ill prepared to die.

-4am prose/ramblings