Needs

Take a moment,
Oh please just take your time.
While I stand idle
And let you guide my unnatural lines.
My eyes aren’t what they seem.
They haven’t been in quite some time,
But I dream and hope for
Times of lessened lies.
I wobble, I weave
And sometimes, Oh sometimes
I stumble in between.
I ponder the notions
That the “I’s” are just shattered dreams.
I’m met with realization,
A parabola inconsequential
To my recreational needs
And though I’m problematic
The sound of sunder is my feed.
I am, therefore I think
But I think I’m running from who I am…

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Drowning

Most people get better
The more that they write and
Maybe it’s just me but
I feel just the opposite,
That my words are hindrance
Wrapped up in garbage,
A suit of self pity
Marked by my heartless
And emptiest thoughts. I
Feel like I’m drowning.

I’m starting to drown and
I don’t know how I will
Make it out alive, still
My lungs are filling with
The surrounding nature
That things will get better,
But yet I am gasping,
Lying down and trying
To make it out alive and
They’re trying to drown me.

How do I turn this around?
Now that I’ve said words that
I cannot renounce and
I just want to know how to
Make this dream better, so
I keep on pretending, that
I know what I’m doing but
I feel my lungs are filling, and
I’m starting to notice how
I feel like I’m drowning.

I’m starting to drown and
I don’t know how I will
Make it out alive, still
My lungs are filling with
The surrounding nature
That things will get better,
But yet I am gasping,
Lying down and trying
To make it out alive and
They’re trying to drown me.