Shadows ripple over mine every day
without the light, I raise my chin to see
nothing of help.
The darkening statues of solid superiority
how could I ever measure?
It seems my acidic bubbling
the very pot of doubt that stews in my body's chamber
gets inflamed with the growing shadows.
One statue poses perfect agility
another in their studies
one other by the art of language
and a hero by its town.
Ever
cheering.
I am but diluted
a plastic crust of another
better being
What talents can I possess?
I feel a snail under a rubber shoe
cracking the only comfort I have
slowly under the weight of soles.
Light evades me
yet I will thrash under the darkening spotlight
so even if I am not with any hobby
any charming glow
I will claw towards the glow
where I too
can be basked in.
Author's Note:
It is easy to fall under the charms of other people's flaunts; their talents, their jobs, whatever. But understand that most can not be there without a mountain of hard work underneath. You see only final products. And you too are in possession of wild, wicked abilities to do something that can change lives, yours or not. Ask yourself questions and deep cleanse yourself. What do YOU want, and what can you DO. Start small, like making your bed every morning! That's a habit that encourages your day to BEGIN.
tanto amore, phelie <33
"I'm not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you're not in this world to live up to mine."
-Bruce Lee
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Glitchy Life of Poems
EspiritualDiary of poems constructed from emotions of life. I hope my entries can inspire, comfort, or encourage others to relate with poetry as it does for me. Add comments/reactions, I'd love it! tanto amore, phelie
