Sunday, May 31, 2020

Plantaea

Be nice to animals
For they are energy
Two separate species
With nothing against one another
One bites the plantae
The bigger bites all
Evolved back in Archaica
Diverged into a new age
The plantae stares in silence
It knows not even nothing

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Accurate Energy

Not giving up is important
Thinking critically is important
It's important to keep trying
There was always more potential
Even after you stopped
Knowledge is neverending

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Life for me

Nothing I do pays off
Always double crossed
No relief ever comes
It's constant anxiety
I never win, I always fail
Everything is taken from me
Everything they say is bullshit
I never get what I want
I get to give to others
and be a gift of light
but I'm not allowed the same
I'm a reverse parasite
I wish I could succeed
but we know it never happens
Pump me up with words or more
The outcome never changes
I don't enjoy living this way
I make attempts to alter
But I'm locked into this life
by the universe, it seems
Guess I'm fucked
Goodnight & goodbye
Keep waving your finger
and repeating the words of others
I've tried everything in the book
I'm old, what the hell do you want?
I've learned and grown a lot
and I haven't tried to stop
Say something else, please
Because my feeling is getting worse
I'm always falling apart
and I feel badly for it
Be myself but change, you say
I'm stuck and frustrated.

Friday, February 14, 2020

Sunday, February 9, 2020

The 2-5AM Deadzoners Who Think Way Too Much

It's never easy to stride the wire
Between reality and rumination
We require a fellowship to exist
So that we may put our minds in check
Not anything spins faster than the worrier's brain
Not anything could race or pace it
Intentions aren't always detected
And sometimes they are heavy or infected
I wish happiness upon you
Because I wish it for myself

Friday, February 7, 2020

Something Changed

I don't know how long this will last
But I have to ride it out
I don't have a choice in the matter
Between pain and hope
The choice of pain is withering
Faith is becoming an option
Not every tear on my cheek
Will represent my misery anymore
Sometimes they will stand for change
I have to keep trying
To improve my world
To see myself the way you see me
My eyes have been shut for years
And it feels like a century wasted
The regret is heavy
But the scars from all of my risks
Aren't long enough just yet to call it quits
I've missed this humanity I've lacked
I genuinely appreciate an error
I want to fully own myself at my peak
I need to hit the bullseye for once in my life
I can, and I should
I deserve to be happy
I am throwing all of my aim into this new reality
The way it should have always been
But never was
And dwelling will only prevent it
And it's nearly impossible not to dwell
Yet I must push through and tell myself better
I can't allow the words of loving comrades to fall on deaf ears
I can't waste my own time anymore
And I surely can't waste theirs
I still don't have the answers I crave
I'm in the middle
I still crave
I try
I am only myself
That's all I can be

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Nothing Changes

I try with all I have
To do everything I can
To fulfill my desire
My fuel to stick around
But I can't help but lean back
Against the wall
And look straight down
How many years of twisted rules
And obscured answers
Does it take for my peace to arrive?
No one is worth impressing
A connection isn't allowed
I'm locked out of society
And my thoughts win the war against my mind
All I can do is try
And I always will
But nothing works, and everyone is broken
This body, these accomplishments
Nothing of substance seems to matter
I can only push myself through pain
For only so much longer
Be it the mind or the body
Whichever snaps first
I'm paying heavily
The frustration never ends
The comparisons constantly sting
The passed time has diminished the
Scraps of hope I found throughout life
The feelings drop into the gut
I self-suffer another night alone
And anything I attempt
Is just another failure on the pile
The lie of confidence passes me by
The opportunities forever slain
Everything was a mistake
Everything is desperation
Nothing swings my way
It seems I'll never have my day.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Final Limit

My patience is pushing me to extremes
I continuously sail through an ocean of screams