Daunt
Frightening and intimidating
It's strange to me but at the same time I understand why we pretend not to see the one thing we have in common
It's beyond frightening to know that one of these days maybe even tomorrow our time will be up and we'll be left to see what's next in line
Maybe we step into the unknown left to feed the mushrooms as we die out slowly and peacefully
It could be that after this life there is nothing left for you after death takes bike ride to your doorstep
And just maybe that isn't so bad maybe if it is all true our souls will die out and wait a century or two so do our mistakes
It brings me endless peace to know one of these days I might close of eyes and say goodbye to this life and possibly all the thoughts that come with it
Sleeping for the rest of what is doesn't sound all that bad love was here before me and it will continue after I'm gone
Dawn
Early morning most often during sunrise
For some time I've only seen the world in front of me
If today is rainy it will be for the rest of them
If the sun shined today it will shine forever and on
I just see what the day holds and assume the rest will be the same
That's especially helpful when the day goes happily as planned
But when the days are dark and gloomy I can't see any other way
So I don't why not stick to what you know
But on those gloomy days I must remind myself
That the the lovely ones that lie ahead aren't too far away
The sun will rise and we will start again
Debatch
To demoralize or corrupt someone
There is nothing that kills your spirit like the grips of addiction
This illness will rip so much away from you leaving you bear
Leaving you to fall asleep on the bathroom floor
Whether it be the warm feeling down your throat from the alcoholic
Or the vomit rotting your teeth
Changing you for the worst making you someone you wish you never were
Deliberate
Done on purpose, intentionally
I do my best to avoid walking down my path idly
I try my very hardest to pick the flowers along the way
And ignore all those who say you must know where you're going
Because I don't maybe I never will
And maybe that's not a bad thing
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The colors of spring and winter
PoetryA poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dicti...
