Can rash reality reboot reconciliation? Can we casually capitulate with no causation? It seems soul sisters have scribbled our sin Jotting jaded judgments with policy and pen. While irritating influencers
They voiced their disdain and deemed her flighty With pleas for placidity in a judgmental spree Lay down your munitions you myopic milksop As I urged the eyes of their
I know what it’s like to be down in a pit Spit on Shit on Told to go sit Face in a corner Nose on the wall Eyes to the
I pissed my pants yesterday Transcendent dance Time to play. Shit myself with no control Demons released Reset and go. Dentition disaster with vacated mouth End is near Nutritional drouth.
After a few rough weeks of therapy, facing my depression and also an eating disorder, after digging into my past, exploring my feelings and crying a lot, the stormy cold
I wanna free fall from a thousand feet Hit the ground so hard there’s nothing left Or get blasted into a fiery furnace Burn up in flames in a solar
We traversed a great plain My pup and I. Saw God’s creation Cool fog fell from high. We passed a dead roach With broken heart disease. My pup sniffed his
When it all goes down girl And you realize I’m the only one who cared Please come find me I’ll be there. You can pray to God Through our spiritual
Like it or not We’re now connected in some spiritual thing It’s deeper than you or I or any earthly spring. It’s more powerful Than admiration, love, or even lust
Invisible boundary breached I’m not ninja She crafted me a tool I’m binoculars, he holds me. Look! Now he sees what she wants That’s what ya get You got me
Took a hike today Cried like a baby Felt so damn good No black and white, just greys and maybe. Thought about the passing Of a beloved friend’s soul When
I sat alone on the side of a road Left there to die. Left there to mold My eyes didn’t blink. My expressionless face Stared straight ahead hoping for an
I won’t scarper anymore from your foisted fear As my tormenting treadmill keeps me near. The more I run, the more the belt turns Till eventually I fall with irrational
Why do you shut-in such a beautiful soul? Everyone admires you, I want you to know. Even the doubters who seemed not so loyal Chose you every time and anointed
She didn’t know how long she’s been in the dark, but the light in front of her window had changed. It was peeking softly through the curtains. Did she sleep
Hey everyone! If you didn’t know, I am an ENFP 6w5. I’ve been on a search for what feels like a long. time, trying to find my instinctual variant stacking.
All those times I waited for you Praying for that conciliatory chance Wasting away in a caffeinated crater Performing scenarios in a mental trance. A fool taking part in an
She calls it perversion. I call it beauty. Art comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and designations. A photo of a man, woman, animal, or object, if aesthetically pleasing to
How many of us would they kill And leave in the streets Were we to threaten their riches? These leaders we so desperately follow They see us as part of
This thing, it chases me. Everyday It never stops moving, a mental ballet. It chases the thoughts right into my mind And once they are conquered. It continues to twine.
Please soften the sting of my hurting heart With your gentle and resolute healing power. A subtle smile or nod or gesture Can make so sweet what once was sour.
I can’t be who I want to be No options remain, so I’ll just be me Goin insane All these things they rack my brain Imagination trumps information A tug
“Door slam” is a phrase originally coined out of the Myers-Briggs personality type indicator system as a means of self-protection, specifically for the INFJ personality type, where someone cuts ties
Free me from this shattering star I once softly shouted to a stranger. Shady. Shunned. Shackled. Shhh. She said Desires deliver such a delicate danger. Pressure purposed to laborious life