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A second goes by,
You ask yourself why
You're even trying again.
Minutes go past,
You couldn't mask
The feeling you had inside.
An hour passes,
Thick as molasses,
Find yourself going nowhere.
Days fly past,
Weeks surpassed,
Ask yourself why you do this.
Weeks into months,
Months into years.
This feeling you have
Must bring you to tears.
You ask yourself why
You're even trying again.
Minutes go past,
You couldn't mask
The feeling you had inside.
An hour passes,
Thick as molasses,
Find yourself going nowhere.
Days fly past,
Weeks surpassed,
Ask yourself why you do this.
Weeks into months,
Months into years.
This feeling you have
Must bring you to tears.
Literature
It Is Hope
Dollar signs swarm like wasps,
Threaten to sting from all directions.
They thicken, become the fog of depression,
The choking, crippling fog, threatening to solidify,
Become the dark abyss, the place knowledge fails
to picture out of pure terror.
But then, a spark.
Will it ignite?
What is it?
Employment? Success?
Happiness?
It is these things and more, yet it is not.
It is hope.
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
Literature
to sit
I sat alone.
I sit alone.
Yes—I sit alone
For what was past is present,
But the future is never there.
I sit alone in a continuous vacuum.
I sit alone on a bench in a continuous vacuum
where I have no sense of rhyme or reason,
of joy or pain,
of loyalty or treason.
I sit alone.
I do not stand
For being sedentary is much more honorable.
Standing requires guts and faith and fear.
Sitting is merely submission,
A reservation to the events that I am pushed into.
I don’t have to stand to be afraid.
I don’t have to put myself into fear.
If fear comes, I am settled and waiting and ready.
I sit alone.
Not by choic
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I found this when I was looking through my files for something else. x]
I wrote it a long-ish time ago.
I wrote it a long-ish time ago.
© 2008 - 2024 jerianna
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Awesome poem, like i said in our other convo, i used to write poetry, well due to the lack of inspiration for that i started a band i write how im feelnig through that and honestly it help cuz i can put emotion into the lyrics as well as my instrument..so even tho i lost inspiration i am able to express another part of me through music which helps greatly