In reference to the video on the side: I found this beautiful thing that I knew existed before but never bothered to embrace and I don't know why I didn't because I should have. This one was the most important one I watch today. Hopeful you'll feel something listening to it as well.
If you'd like to become a stronger person today, look up some spoken out loud poetry like of that on the YouTube channels, button poetry, or slam dunk, etc. It'll be worth your time. Trust me.
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Color me as a crazy,
Draw me up a drink.
I've lost control of the road now
And it hurts to try to think.
If the sun sets in the west,
And Im little more than a guest
In my own encrypted house..
Then who are we
to questions belief,
In favor of only a mouse?
If the moon raises half past five,
And I'm sick of repeatedly trying to revive.
I'm sick, and it's dying; I'm done with the lies.
Where do I go from here?
Not truthfully, probably it's best to go
And lay down flat-spined where it snowed.
Chance pneumonia for a go
Trading risk for empty road?
Maybe not;
I don't think so.
To go outside and only bask,
Remove off layers of heavy wax
In frozen heat or flaming glaciers.
And take pride in the glowing blisters.
I watch as the world sings
and spins round and round.
Safe, uninvolved,
As I make not a sound.
Nothing is broken,
But not much is bound.
I'm no longer angry,
But only few kept around.
'It's okay.' I say. 'Honestly.'
Earnest words slip off my tongue.
Leave me here
As I try to breathe,
To make it through till I'm
too old to be young.
Confusion,
The confusion.
Mists across my heavy skin.
Choking in dubiety;
I thought I'd surely sinned?
Support.
'Where's the support?' I cry,
whist shoved down to the ground
for a win.
Arms are for holding,
Though I had forgotten.
Oh, what a pity, how long it has been..
The house; the feels;
the OCD.
The promise to do better,
verses letting bygones be.
No one-NO! No one
knows who the hell I want to be.
Tell me of my future,
yes,
Because surely they're wiser than me?
Please comment. I live off comments. I want to hear about who you are. People intrigue me.
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
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