Taking a break from trying to write poems, probably would be for the best as I don't know what I am doing anyway. My poems when I look at them later, they disgust me.
All I see in...
AFTER A WHILE (Veronica Shoftshall, 1971)
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
I enjoy helping others and im the one who really needs help i hide my problems and feelings and i try my best to help others 😊
I just want to enjoy life. After all we only live once so we only have one go at it. I couldn't stand to stay at home all day and doing nothing. To me that's a pretty boring life...
This is not my usual poetry.. This is me being raw before I explode.
Leave me in peace.
How can you expect me to like you when you unknowingly fractured my own ability...
My first attempt at posting my poetry to the public.. Leave feedback?
I sit here and drown in my own sorrow
Hoping I don't make it to tomorrow
Depression is latched on to me...
My favorite poem
Smile - Elia Abu Madi
Translated by: Mahmoud Abbas Masoud...
Laundromat Musings 3
I'm not always here alone.
Sometimes this place is bursting
And as much as I like solitude,
I enjoy the laundromat folk.
Through them I see...
I feel so dead
I feel so cold
I feel so hollow,
Do you think that my life will matter
When the sun rises tommorow ?
I see everything
I hear everything
But I feel nothing
Green grass on the field, it is coming back,
The Summer pastime will soon be on track,
The Cactus league and Grapefruit circuit is now our snack,
The crack of the bat, the ball...
No bed, no food to find,
Dark thoughts going through my mind,
Hungry, alone and cold,
Between walls full of mold,
One window, no door,
Seated on the cold, hard floor,
Life is given
to let us
and most importantly
enjoy the little things