Anxiety is
The devil
Sitting on your chest
He’s really only taunting you
Your psyche does the rest
Its the whisper
Lying in the dark
That asks which way
Will hurt less
Or cure this
Worthlessness

Let me hate myself
Don’t rebuke me
For putting
The anguish
Darkness
And gall
Pent up from the guilt
Of every mistake I’ve made
All the times I’ve slipped-
Into words
Into a brooding vat
Bottling up
Distilled heartache
For the forlorn heart.
Because we feel it
We’re the kind that
Don’t need a drink
To get the bittersweet taste
Of self pity mingled with
Isolation into our depths
Pouring forth from our lips
A drip as black as the darkness
It exhumes from.
We are those that no longer wince
From the streams of broken hearts
That tidal wave
Our day to day
And to you this may be a long note.
One that doesn’t rhyme and doesn’t have the vibe you’re looking for.
There’s no sunshine here.
Not now.

Return criticisms
From your allies
For cynicism
And weathered eyes
To see through every good intention
The good left undone
Never does get mentioned.
It merely helps you lower dreams
To expectations, meager things
Which bend and bow
To every worm
Which doesn’t snub you
Every turn.

When you’re finished doing everything you can
To feel less
And be careless
To fill that hole
Where you feel simply worthless
I’m confident you’ll find
That true life is found
Where you care the most and
When you’re aware the most
Please realize,
Life is found when you’re done
Running around.

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Sharing your heart
In poetry
To a disinterested soul
Is making love
To an uninterested
Ex-lover.

My struggle
Is not
In flesh and blood
It remains in my heart
Where it wrestles
And falls-

Victim
As one who is slain
By the powers
At work
In the wretches
Of man.

Despised
By self and depictions
Of potentials
And concepts
Not easily mirrored

Broken
Is all that I am
And that mosaic
Is worth noting-
But the sharp edges
Are all
But atoning.

You WERE
The only exception
But now you’re the rule
That I measure against-
And I’ll never be fooled
… Again.

Rhymes
Language meets
Harmonious chimes
When the human mind
Strikes palette
At sweetest of times

We grasp
At straws in the wind
Waiting and watching
Vernacular friends
To acquaint and remind
Of our intimate ends
To cross paths
And kindle
The brightest of chords
Through these means
My thoughts
Now sync up with yours

Consider
My deepest of pains
Screaming within me
With no kind escape
Till hand meets the paper
And fires do fly
And you nod in agreement
At these bittersweet crimes

Your sorrows meet mine
Peace is granted in lines
When our conflicts and heartbreaks
We freely resign
And sign off,
Through the briefest of rhymes.

Life
Will never
Ask you if
It’s okay for it
To pull a fast one
And change everything
In what feels like the blink of an eye
It will simply give you that look
Like, “don’t question me”
I know what’s best
I’m life.

And then it takes away your confidence and security like a sibling pushing you down stairs.